This is a song about "I aint got no worries"

So you no i aint tired

But i murder him first

If you aint got persistence say hell no

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Aint got time for mindgames, no need to be so mysterious,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

I think you and your friends

And you aint got no breasts

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine