This is a song about "Carl s store"

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

When it's trouble, they "blocka" and fuck a life

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private