This is a song about "Caring about you"

And im about to drop, you

Straight bad bitches i run, through

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

So listen i will not rap any more with a gay caring about ass liking,

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

But am i less holy

You need forget about me.

They wonder if i stopped caring

Don't want to be the king