This is a song about "Aint worried bout nothing"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Because everyday we worried 'bout our parents gettin' buried,

Your worried i'm tearing myself apart

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Smoked it, nothing changed every rapper's talking bout it see

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Well i guess thats it now. bout to go out side, cops are outside but i ain't

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

You aint got nothing on this rap

And muffled the fumes like it was nothing because it ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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