This is a song about "Carl naughton"

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

He just don't know the rap (g), please tell him, who is carl c, tell him not to miss with me

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Got rappad shaking carl like they want some more//////////////

Hope my city is not too far

To click respond to your master carl

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

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

And go,cause carl c returned to fuck up a hoe,

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow