This is a song about "Baby being carried"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Made humans hope for the day they'll be carried on a hearse

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Rollin' with my baby

Do you think i'm crazy

Carried off the playground into the street.

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

What them tippers don't see

Parents treat me like a baby

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

It go to me mentally carried a heavily ecstasy

I got to be your baby

I swear they think i'm crazy

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

And the man knew her services carried a price