This is a song about "Caring"

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

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

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

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Caring out the devils dirty work misses grim reeper shadow keeper

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

Ay, there ain't no telling

They wonder if i stopped caring

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I know that they say sharing is caring