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

Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Im just worried that you'll forget about me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

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

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.