This is a song about "Aint worried bout nothing"

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Your worried i'm tearing myself apart

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

Now i'm getting worried,

Now it's time to eat

Mommas worried shit is too stressful

Ha, running rebel on another level