This is a song about "Aint worries"

I'm really fucking serious i aint laughin this aint silly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Treated like a goon/ aint letting up nah aint gettin cuffed

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

I also gotta be fast no worries i move like beam to cut grass ok now i gotta get

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

This aint your town, this aint your city

Now i can draw your face up pretty

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

But no worries its fine

And just in time your head is mine