This is a song about "And i wont stop this till im reassuredher mother on the other hand wasn t so goodprison was his future hes going downwith the city on my back i carry this towncarried off the playground into the street"

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Or on the radio, i was ticked off, angry, rightfully maybe so,

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

With the city on my back i carry this town

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

On one hand i love them but on the other hand im just so pissed

Cuz i got all the weight on my back so i carry it

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

I hate police so im saving the street!