This is a song about "Rap lyrics"

"lose yourself'' in carl's lyrics,

Lil prps like 3 digits

This is real rap, flow, lyrics to the finest

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

No car key and i mean that

While his lyrics stay coded

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Bow down the rap god has spoke, the real harmonic praised lyrics/

And the v12, that's on various trips

You got some half baked lyrics

She prefer the dutty wine

My lyrics are so sublime.

You lyrics need to be rearranged,

But i do quite well with all the bait

// waiting on next lyrics

Been spending most our lives