This is a song about "Is not mine to carry"

Sieze the world, that bitch is mine

Chasing money in the city of crime

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

Expertly on prime my incarnation is treasury mine

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Grab her body to my basement is where i'll carry it

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Hov's known for his art when is it time for mine to be tested,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

They woke me up, brought me hope for me to carry

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

3 times, show me your peace sign

And just in time your head is mine