This is a song about "Carl poppa"

I wanna invite carl cuz hes my dad, he always has me feelin the opposite of sad,

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

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,

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

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

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

You said carl sucked my dick and you heard a cry? yeah that was your mother crying

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex