This is a song about "Carrying on"

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Droning on and on, about geometry and trig....

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

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Your on fire.. your on fire

The only time i flirt with her

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

African queen got what you need

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Aight, keep going, on and on

Angle these beats like a pentagon