This is a song about "Carry"

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

With the city on my back i carry this town

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

My raps gone on forever, they carry loose