This is a song about "Carl cizzle snoop drizzle gangster"

Snoop dogg signed my shit with her pen

Riding around with ms. reece and them

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Never let the game play youand for the fame

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

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Even snoop dogg would be ashame to call you nephew

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

You're very attractive, and notice that

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Sorry battle gone carl won.

I can only imagine