This is a song about "Jim carry"

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

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

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Met a man last night he said his name was jim.

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

You assume the role and carry your weight

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

I also carry traits from my mother,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey