This is a song about "Carl cizzle pimp hoe cash weed"

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

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

You fuck around and get killed hoe

You haven't flowered loco

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Cash money, financial

As i light one for ill will

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

Cash is overflowing

I was born to do the damn thing