This is a song about "Carpet"

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

I use your rap as my curtains and your flow as my carpet

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

The people saw the carpet bein' pulled out from beneath,

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Like a marker on carpet, you know that shit won't ever be the same.

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

We never can eat on the carpet

Then rip it out from under like a carpet and laugh

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Ima do this for on a magic carpet

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that