This is a song about "The things they carried"

Had to get carried home by his ma's friend and then the story began

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (huh yup!)

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

Carried off the playground into the street.

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (huh yup!)

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

When we've carried on and never get portrayed by the media,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I was only a woodsman, carried nothing more than a buck, i think she had the blessed brand

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar