This is a song about "Concern"

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

My raps are of least concern,i'll see ya tomorrow,

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

But with foolness you're injected, so imma leave your hart to yearn

Live and learn, call outs and haters the least of my concern, i earn this adjourn,

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

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

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

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

News flash: concern in the city,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

You'd still be my only concern

So in layman’s terms my words burn