This is a song about "Don t care bout all that"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Randy and don, i'll come all up in a sudden

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Why they just want my balls, they dont care bout my feelings

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

Thinkin bout all the bad stuations that im facing

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

I don't care what you're thinking 'bout; your mindset is irrelevant

I'll shove bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel