This is a song about "Aint worried bout nothing"

While i'm making history

Ya know nothing bout me

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Nightmare on any street

Now i'm getting worried,

Never gave a fuck, ain't nothing bout me changed

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

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

But i let off everything i have