This is a song about "Carrying out groceries"

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

So we.agreed.to blow that shit out

I've got nothin' to worry about

The coldest bout to show out

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

The lord from heaven is carrying me right now.

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Baby heading down a cloud

Do i gotta spell it out?

Get your priorities straight and have your groceries paid

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

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

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed