This is a song about "Carpet muncher"

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Ima do this for on a magic carpet

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

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

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

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