This is a song about "Carry"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

It's trife, the strife inside this life, a knife and gun we carry,

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

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

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

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