This is a song about "Carl clay chick babymama"

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

As to me all the other rappers are just clay

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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

I pop one, you pop one

Sorry battle gone carl won.

So when ya see me nigga

Every chick loves godzilla

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

It's bobbing and weaving like it's cassius clay

If you out there let me hear you say

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Like two dicks and no chick

Each pray, you fray, molds you like clay, thought it was a play

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea