This is a song about "Aint worried bout nothing"

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Not a fan of me? well fuck you, you aint gotta listen to nothing i say,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Ya know nothing bout me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

Now i'm getting worried,

Bitch i'm all you need

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

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