This is a song about "Caring about you"

I call em up, they might fall through

Nobody cares about you except you

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Goddamn, the boy's back

Thinking about you, you slag

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Or all the thanks she is, she never stopped caring

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

And im about to drop, you

So don't ask me why they strung out

Imma show you what im all about

Laughs at you and talks about

Pop it back stick it out