This is a song about "Almost can t carry on but"

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

I'm so close to the fame i can almost taste it

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Why don't we carry on tradition and inhale its essence?

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

You probably think i'm almost done but