This is a song about "Carl s store"

Sorry battle gone carl won.

I don't trust no one

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

You better be ready for whats in store

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!