This is a song about "Go naco care"

And you just blew off like who don't care and it ain't fair cause i care.

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

And somehow we don't care,

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I'm sprung and i don't care

Says money in the air

But we don't really care

Woah there, woah there

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I don't care any more about spelling i care about ass kicking

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Too much money to care

I'm love stoned and i could swear