This is a song about "Carl poppa"

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

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

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

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

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,