This is a song about "Carry"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Malia family, we the family

Whips they cant afford to carry

Pay dues like a hair salon

When life is too good to carry on

I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early