This is a song about "I aint worried bout them"

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

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

I aint gonna kill them off/ imma let em kill themselves

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Nowadays i reminisce on when all i worried bout was grades/

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Hold on..i'll catch y'all up in the next life

But what am i worried about they won't survive,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass

This is how she want to live

Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

But spit them rhymes like me , couse i aint never ever wrong