This is a song about "Carry on"

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Whips they cant afford to carry

I carry the weight of the whole university on me,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And i'll carry this legacy on til' the end of times/

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Make a mess, they'll carry you out on a stretcher

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

With the city on my back i carry this town

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see