This is a song about "Concern"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

But it doesnt matter this shit dont concern you

Then asking my identity

News flash: concern in the city,

Got no concern for the burns i leave you never learn

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

My only concern is getting this pay nigga

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

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

You'd still be my only concern

So in layman’s terms my words burn