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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Nooo, i didn't know this either but lets carry on,

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I carry the weight of the whole university on me,

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

But i can't carry it i'm weak i ain't a soldier

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire