This is a song about "Carry the banner"

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Banner,and ill give you cancer

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

You assume the role and carry your weight

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

If i become the best, then i'll always carry a vest

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I'm embellishing with a banner

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner