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

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

When i leave the studio i'm gonna get paid

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Ya that's right carl returned to fight

To click respond to your master carl

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall