This is a song about "Go naco care"

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

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

That my stomach's in need of emergency care,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

If you don’t like it i don’t care go fuck yourself

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Don't you leave a seed in there

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

Dont care about the hate

Guess i'm self made

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Just remember that i'll always care

Let em say i dont care

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air