This is a song about "Carl naughton"

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

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen

'bout to get my other car

To click respond to your master carl

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

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

(blind..shit) and ''carl-c'' when they won they deserved it

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Would you please count from 1 to 3 ladies and gentlemen you are listening to carl c

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Jay don't copy, stop that and carl c why did you prop that