This is a song about "Carrying on"

Before my time pasted on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

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

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Aight, keep going, on and on

That's word to my mom

Nobody to lean on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

I could go on and on and on for hours,

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party