This is a song about "Carl cizzle pimp fight"

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp

So i begin to fight and fight

See i can put down the pipe

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Pimp south, yup, “it takes a nation” of sluts

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Sorry battle gone carl won.

Insubordinate for good reason

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco