This is a song about "Ad carry"

Back with a vengeance

But i dont carry guns

Me, for all the baggage that you carry still

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

And leave an ad on that shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

I also carry traits from my mother,

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

When life is too good to carry on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Two hundred and a year a.d

Pass that, catch back, fast that