This is a song about "Crooked carl"

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

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

To click respond to your master carl

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

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

Here i go again, falling in love again