This is a song about "Carl poppa"

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Poppa saying momma ain't care about you and would rather split/

To click respond to your master carl

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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