This is a song about "Carl cizzle"

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

My drive is like no one

Sorry battle gone carl won.

Ya that's right carl returned to fight

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

Carl agreeing to battle? he must of lost all fucking senses

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

Way that i describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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