This is a song about "Carl s store"

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

To click respond to your master carl

A store that dosen't get a

Beautiful are thou, africa

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

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