This is a song about "Ain t worried bout nothing"

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

You see now that nigga lonely

This guy ain't nothing, i list it, bout to send you home cryin and

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

3 in the morning worried you have a noose

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Im just worried that you'll forget about me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

I'm not too worried i'm just enjoying the good vibes

I might give you the pipe unless you pedaling bikes

Looking at your money

Ya know nothing bout me