This is a song about "Carry"

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

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Me, for all the baggage that you carry still

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

With the city on my back i carry this town

Chillin' with homies and family

Whips they cant afford to carry

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz