This is a song about "Caring"

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

Or all the thanks she is, she never stopped caring

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I know that they say sharing is caring

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Started caring about my self than my rapping career

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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