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

I worried if i'd pass that, but i raised the bar, and this time kills,

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

I aint comparing them cos dis aint my department!

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

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

We can't catch the beat

Competitors get worried

Ya'll so worried whether i can say the n word

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches

Cause bitch, i'm big business

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance