This is a song about "Care about you"

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

All they care about is getting you outta their way,

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

All they care about is the grades,

I don't care about your grade,

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Dont care about the hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

People only care about shit and complexion

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

"they don't care about you, they want you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Is this what you want is for someone that you did care about leaving you?