This is a song about "Jim carry"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

When life is too good to carry on

Back with a vengeance

But i dont carry guns

Whips they cant afford to carry

Chillin' with homies and family

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Why don't we carry on tradition and inhale its essence?

Everybody finger point in your direction

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,