This is a song about "Carry"

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

With the city on my back i carry this town

When life is too good to carry on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Whips they cant afford to carry

Malia family, we the family

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

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

I also carry traits from my mother,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

You assume the role and carry your weight

But i do quite well with all the bait

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love