This is a song about "Carl cizzle twitter text cadillac nicki minaj"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

So why even bother sending me a text?

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

As i sit back\ cadillac, leftover rappers so delouis

If there’s a shining star

To click respond to your master carl

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Three critter creeps, twitter this

Coming at each other's throats so perfectly just like how every lock has it's own individual key.

Get into pop even nicki, minaj with her roman follower/ not me i wanna be a prodigy/

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

The white nicki minaj, yet better and i just came

Promise to bought a cadillac for my gram.

Not a fake person, that's the sims man