This is a song about "Cizzle carl compton money"

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

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

Got rappad shaking carl like they want some more//////////////

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

And go,cause carl c returned to fuck up a hoe,

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

Music is money, money isn't music

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I'll never call you bitch again

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Im rolling into compton, unknown and forgotten, with the sign caution, on my back,

Carl agreeing to battle? he must of lost all fucking senses

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this