This is a song about "Carrying on"

Burning up,turn the fan on/

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

100 percent on everything and on my team

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Cause you got it going on

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Carrying in a little pouch his friend walked over and sat down next to him on the

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Choosing my rhymes layering my lines swearing at all times carrying nines/

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Man it goes on and on

New message from mom