This is a song about "Carrying on"

I could go on and on and on for hours,

I should michael jordan these rappers

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Nobody to lean on

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Translation cause my life is too sweet

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

New message from mom

Cause you got it going on

That's why i'm tearing 'em, and carrying the message of truth,

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Aight, keep going, on and on

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

100 percent on everything and on my team

Be the king, that was part of my dream