This is a song about "Carl poppa"

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

To click respond to your master carl

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Sorry battle gone carl won.

Takin' breaks will leave you broken