This is a song about "Carpet muncher"

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Your carpet stained white, but just a little off

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit