This is a song about "Go naco care"

U got all them drums in there

I'm sprung and i don't care

And somehow we don't care,

Throw your money in the air

No, not on top but down there

They acting like i care

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

That my stomach's in need of emergency care,

Knowing that my parents do not care

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Believing the screens or anything there

Sellin to kids without a fukin care,

It's how we put it there

But we don't really care