This is a song about "Cizzle carl compton money"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

Music is money, money isn't music

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

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

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

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

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