This is a song about "I aint worried about you im just tryna do me gotta lot on plate"

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

There just aint on way of stopping me

Trying to catch me riding dirty

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Tryna do me wrong? you made a mistake

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

You gotta' do what you gotta' do

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

What do i gotta do, get down on my knees and plead?

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean