This is a song about "Carl cizzle rap studio streets"

Sorry battle gone carl won.

And i know that you're open

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

But then i lost access to fl studio

Yo i rap for brothers dying in the streets while most rappers talk about

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,

Set up my own home studio

Call me whatever joe

You find me in the studio

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though