This is a song about "Go naco care"

And got her room number, you can find me there

Knowing that my parents do not care

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

That my stomach's in need of emergency care,

Like they not gon' stare

Too much money to care

Escapin foster care.

It's how we put it there

But we don't really care

Throw your gun in tha air

Woah there, woah there

They acting like i care

U got all them drums in there

Right, now you say you don't care