This is a song about "Cizzle carl compton tierra love"

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Carl c is gone , mcees hate him vote against him

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

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,

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby