This is a song about "Carrying out groceries"

The coldest bout to show out

Get yours; you know what this about

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

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Not knowing they got they groceries because i bled

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

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

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

Song: "we can work it out"

I don't know what you heard about

Get your priorities straight and have your groceries paid

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Get your priorities straight and have your groceries paid

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Three times cause fate had my side

Out of mind out of sight