This is a song about "Carpet"

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

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

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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

'fore i make another 'how can you slap' youtube clip

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

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Ima do this for on a magic carpet

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