This is a song about "Crooked carl"

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

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

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

To click respond to your master carl

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

I shine like something in the sky

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Sorry battle gone carl won.