This is a song about "Ap carry"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

When life is too good to carry on

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

You're a bitch, man- a$ap rocky, unappealing mistress

They woke me up, brought me hope for me to carry

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Workin' like a robot, and carry the heavy cannon,

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

Me, for all the baggage that you carry still