This is a song about "Carrying out groceries"

Get your priorities straight and have your groceries paid

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

The lord from heaven is carrying me right now.

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Maybe when those flames blow out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

I've got nothin' to worry about

With out doubt i wont back out

Never lookin for a handout

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

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

I've been down a tough road, while carrying a tough load

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously