This is a song about "Ain t worried about a thang"

She ain't got a man

Can't tell mom the same thang

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Catch me out in bourbon screamin' "money ain't a thang"

From the back seat, back seat

Competitors get worried

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

T-caines sucks, ouu burn, im a out going underdog, the luckiest vern

So worried about what the future is bringing, is it gonna be good or will it be thinning?

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing