This is a song about "How to have no worries"

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

I also gotta be fast no worries i move like beam to cut grass ok now i gotta get

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Then how come you never have anything to say to me?

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

How i used to kill tracks with no effort

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Late nights and early flights, rushing right now

Cause they want you to die no matter how

And the wrong time

But no worries its fine

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

You ask me who i'm stroking now

No one no where no why no how