This is a song about "Carl clay chick babymama"

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

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

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

She's cute but her forehead's big

Kobe bryant married that young chick

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

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

I wish i’ll never see you again

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

I guess i can steal your chick

Still listen to big

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

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Now who the fuck is that kayla chick