This is a song about "Carry"

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

When life is too good to carry on

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Invade their area, dead bodies everywhere, i'll carry ya/

I also carry traits from my mother,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

You assume the role and carry your weight

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate