This is a song about "Carry"

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

But i can't carry it i'm weak i ain't a soldier

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

Now concentrate until you get the juice

My raps gone on forever, they carry loose

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

With the city on my back i carry this town

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

When life is too good to carry on

It's trife, the strife inside this life, a knife and gun we carry,

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy