This is a song about "Rug carpet"

And just looked at the whole situation

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

I told you one day, i said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo

Better watch your words or ill roll you up in a fustian rug,

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Now im laying like a rug.

They just don't give a fuck

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

I'm full of smoke and drugs, blood always smeared on my rug, building up an