This is a song about "Carl cizzle weed high dollar rap"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Sorry battle gone carl won.

I don't trust no one

Ya that's right carl returned to fight

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Now lets here your rap while i sit back with some weed and some paper.

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Oh god honey i think he's high on that marijuana weed

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried