This is a song about "Cizzle carl compton money"

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

(blind..shit) and ''carl-c'' when they won they deserved it

Carl he's cool, everybody thats following me except lucyfur he can't seem to figure

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame