This is a song about "Concern"

So in layman’s terms my words burn

You'd still be my only concern

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

My only concern is getting this pay nigga

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

Your murder will be front page desert n' last page concern,

News flash: concern in the city,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

I'm putting this one out there to whom it may concern

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Got no concern for the burns i leave you never learn

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn