This is a song about "Aint worried bout yoy"

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Ya'll so worried whether i can say the n word

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Aint it bout' time for some ''real'' mc's go and write some journals

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

I'm worried about the things that could go wrong.

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

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

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

I'm not too worried i'm just enjoying the good vibes

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed