This is a song about "Carl poppa"

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

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

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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