This is a song about "Carry"

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

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

Whips they cant afford to carry

On they twitter writing novels, see

I'll carry him and throw him into some wired barbs

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks