This is a song about "Carl poppa"

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

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

Carl c is gone , mcees hate him vote against him

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim