This is a song about "Carry myself on my back"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I'll willingly body them lyrically and carry on my winning spree

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I'm wishing my victims back to life to replace myself there instead

Cuz i got all the weight on my back so i carry it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I like rollin' with friends

Relying on myself

I also carry traits from my mother,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Riding around with ms. reece and them

I pick myself back up again

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

When life is too good to carry on