This is a song about "Aint worried bout nothing"

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

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

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Ya know nothing bout me

And my kick game beyond crazy

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

But joseph u aint did nothing

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Nowadays i reminisce on when all i worried bout was grades/

It aint nothing but a g thang baby

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see