This is a song about "Caring for earth verse 2"

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

You come you my door asking for a verse

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Verse 2: cold blooded j shooter, that's the name.

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Get ripped in three/ for tryin 2 diss me /put ur 2 ''cents'' in get shot like

And this will be the song that we sing

They wonder if i stopped caring

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

But it's the worst tune for my picture, a verse soon

My heart broke when i was caring, for the only thing not worth sharing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring