This is a song about "Carl clay chick babymama"

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Walking down a street saw a hot chick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

To click respond to your master carl

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

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

I live my life in tha fast lane

What up girl, tell me how you been

Sorry battle gone carl won.

And talking shit we gon' party all day

As to me all the other rappers are just clay

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

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

You're fucking with me, nigga

Every chick loves godzilla