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

I got a part time

But no worries its fine

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

And you aint got no breasts

We can never be friends

This is the part where we run hip hop

No worries, i'll put you on top

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Up in my critter cage hard to keep my balance but no worries i got me some magnets.

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time