This is a song about "Sharp c"

Hey, must be the money

My name is little c

Sharp like dagon, from the bay

All up under the covers day

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Third ward general, young cash money

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Sharp and sleek as a tack

There's crack, there's crack

Even ice, i , c , e

My slight fo's just talk dirty

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t