This is a song about "Jim carry"

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Workin' like a robot, and carry the heavy cannon,

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

You assume the role and carry your weight

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

When life is too good to carry on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

That was just the beginning it's not over

But i can't carry it i'm weak i ain't a soldier