This is a song about "Carl sagan"

A belly like budha but a brain like sagan

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I wanna invite carl cuz hes my dad, he always has me feelin the opposite of sad,

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

But somehow it made them listen

Sorry battle gone carl won.

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

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

He just don't know the rap (g), please tell him, who is carl c, tell him not to miss with me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party