This is a song about "Fuck c baked"

Mind's like an oven, sometimes when i'm baked these thoughts it cooks

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

Looking at your money

Of course they all hate

Quite baked but half awake

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

I get baked from the moment i wake, don't tell me is a mistake

The prophet muhammad done blessed you to hear the music of c/

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

We came.. way too far pretty baby

And all anyone cares about is the c