This is a song about "Carry"

When life is too good to carry on

When you took my hand up so calm

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Why don't we carry on tradition and inhale its essence?

Full of shit, like i ate that john

When life is too good to carry on

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

I also carry traits from my mother,

I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth