This is a song about "Carl cizzle pimp fight"

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

Ya that's right carl returned to fight

These hoes ain't acting right

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Limp dick tryin not to trip walking and rocking my pimp stick,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

He'll be walking with limps / once i've confronted his pimp

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game