This is a song about "Being in care"

For being the absent dad in attendance

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Bun b, i’m underground king

I believed in a higher being.

I dont care how hard its gonna be to fit in

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Then rap away as if there is no care in the world,

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

That my stomach's in need of emergency care,

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Long as she come to me first

Not a care in the world

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

The things that shine in this world will care and protect us