This is a song about "Fuck c baked"

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

He ain't give a fuck about you

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

Cot damn, martybars and c simeon out here.

And corpses lay with storming rain on a morning day and i'm surely baked

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

I take it slow, get baked then say i'm never going home,

But there's nothing else inside

Mr. c----n does this shit right

Gon put yo ass threw some pt while you bump some c/

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city