This is a song about "Carl cizzle hard dick fight"

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

You said carl sucked my dick and you heard a cry? yeah that was your mother crying

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

Carl agreeing to battle? he must of lost all fucking senses

Dick be like architecture 'cause it's so hard to measure.

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

Goin hard like a dick its only gettin harder

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker