This is a song about "Rug carpet"

'cause you use in the lab thug, use a pen and pad rug

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Ima do this for on a magic carpet

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

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

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

But like a sharpie on carpet, that shit's permanent, man.

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than