This is a song about "I ll carry you"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I also carry traits from my mother,

You assume the role and carry your weight

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

You couldn't carry a rhyme if i gave you a cup

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

I' ll call you jeremy shocky, you might catch a body

I,ll win every single fight i won't get low

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though