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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

With the city on my back i carry this town

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

My raps gone on forever, they carry loose

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

When life is too good to carry on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

So close now i can almost taste it.

All black everthing on some jigga shit

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince