This is a song about "Carpet"

And my momma keep smoking that shit

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Ima do this for on a magic carpet

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Your carpet stained white, but just a little off