This is a song about "Carl s store"

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

Like checkin' inventory you dont know what's in store

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It´s the battle of life

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Ya that's right carl returned to fight

To take all those wrongs and make them right

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

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

You better be ready for whats in store

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for