This is a song about "Carl cizzle hard dickspit"

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Jay don't copy, stop that and carl c why did you prop that

Sorry battle gone carl won.

Miami nights, ain't another one

(blind..shit) and ''carl-c'' when they won they deserved it

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

To click respond to your master carl

When i step up out the maserati car

Stop thinking so hard and trying so hard

The vacancy that sat in my heart