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

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

Amir better be up in here cuz hes gotta buy the beer,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

Set up my own home studio

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

We turnt up in the studio late night

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

To click respond to your master carl

I guzzle up at the bar

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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