This is a song about "Go naco care"

Let em say i dont care

Says money in the air

I'm sprung and i don't care

U got all them drums in there

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Knowing that my parents do not care

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

You can go and smoke pot for all i care.

Hey, you right there

Too much money to care