This is a song about "Carl cizzle is angeles studio beer"

He just don't know the rap (g), please tell him, who is carl c, tell him not to miss with me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I stroll into ya studio behavin all casually

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Beautiful are thou, africa

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

Come at me im sick of studio gangster thinking there music is whats happening

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Set up my own home studio