This is a song about "Carl s jr"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

The outline which you n****s out dated

Then play you all my latest shit

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

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

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival