This is a song about "The coupe is retarded louis my carpet don t get us started i m back on that boss shit"

This is like love, that you can never get

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

This shit is retarded

That real life shit

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

Truth is, my shit don't get publicized, when in reality, i already shit on yaw

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate