This is a song about "The things they carried"

I enjoy my time wondering, why things are why they are

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Education is the center of better things

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

I, i, i know i got carried away/ when i buried the faces of your friends

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Made humans hope for the day they'll be carried on a hearse

First i have potential, now i got them answers

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Fights break out because of the little things

That will be enough

Yet the things that i love

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

All these things until they unfold

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends