This is a song about "Aint worried bout yoy"

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

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Your worried i'm tearing myself apart

From the time that you stole my heart

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Worried about losing you you ain't even mine

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

Now i'm getting worried,

Cause they right down the street

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

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

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

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Told you i ain't worried, i ain't scared of the booth