This is a song about "Carpet muncher"

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Six months later you were begging me to lick up your carpet.

We never can eat on the carpet

Y'all similes is literal shit

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

But like a sharpie on carpet, that shit's permanent, man.