This is a song about "How to care"

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Would u give me care if i came to u bloody?

I don't care how your fuken name is written or even how it's spelling.

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

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

I know you don't care that i'm starting to drown,

Woah there, woah there

Too much money to care

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

I don't care how old she is, i'm cool with fucking old whores

I used to care what people thought

And even if i'm broke, dog

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Why even bother to pretend that you care,

Maybe his hopes were nothing to care about, nothing to excite.

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried