This is a song about "Love c"

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

I'm stronger and i'm smarter like he-man on c-span/

The good kid from the ugly city

And all anyone cares about is the c

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Even ice, i , c , e

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

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

But am i less holy

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Don't you fall behind, like a c plus

The critics are calling me conscious