This is a song about "Caring abolooks"

And getting money is the song i sing

They wonder if i stopped caring

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I know that they say sharing is caring

Started caring about my self than my rapping career

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Chilling with his homies high instead of caring for his kid,

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Or all the thanks she is, she never stopped caring

Just to be around you is a blessing

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

You're beautiful, sweet, nice, caring, and good hearted.

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick