This is a song about "Dont even"

I dont even care but

I know you're mad, but so what

A twenty somethin cup

I dont even give a fuck

We dont even hear them little beeps

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

I dont even know my own head but im sure it dont lie to me,

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

And you dont even bother to think otherwise

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

You aint no guy,you dont even look like a girl

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

So stoned dont even know what the fuck is going on,

It’s official, she my misses

And i dont even wanna discuss