This is a song about "Go naco care"

You can go and smoke pot for all i care.

And got her room number, you can find me there

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

That my stomach's in need of emergency care,

And somehow we don't care,

Woah there, woah there

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

That people dont even care

Why even bother to pretend that you care,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Scream enough, and this bitch just doesn't care.

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I said hey, you right there

They acting like i care