This is a song about "Carl clay chick babymama"

I guess i can steal your chick

So drop the slam and lets get sick

She thinking she my main bitch, but really she the side chick

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

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

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Ya that's right carl returned to fight

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

Intoxicated rebels came in to fuck your chick

Pose, click, pose, click

Like two dicks and no chick