This is a song about "Carrying on"

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Pay dues like a hair salon

Nobody to lean on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Before my time pasted on

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

The lord from heaven is carrying me right now.

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

100 percent on everything and on my team

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Gangstas as real me are uncommon, around here carrying my 12 gauge shotgun,