This is a song about "Carl s store"

You know...you know who you are

To click respond to your master carl

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

Tryna find the one

Sorry battle gone carl won.

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit