This is a song about "Go naco care"

The best part is, you think i care.

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

That people dont even care

But now it's more declare

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

You can go and smoke pot for all i care.

But knowing that you care

Throw your gun in tha air

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

And got her room number, you can find me there

U got all them drums in there

Right, now you say you don't care

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

Like they not gon' stare

And somehow we don't care,