This is a song about "Carry on"

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

When life is too good to carry on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

No, i just carry on, and make life good and live it up,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut