This is a song about "Carl"

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Jay don't copy, stop that and carl c why did you prop that

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

You said you heard crys and thought it was carl, but you would have seen your mom if you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Carl c is gone , mcees hate him vote against him