This is a song about "Carl cizzle rap music"

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

(blind..shit) and ''carl-c'' when they won they deserved it

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Rap music hasn’t been the same, we don’t have half the pride,

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Yes i make music ever since i was shot by the rap cupid,

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

When we blast it and then pass the mic to save rap music,

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