This is a song about "Aint worried bout yoy"

The revolution has arrived

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

Im just worried that you'll forget about me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

As i seenobody cares about my history

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

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