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,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Gotta be something for me write this

Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

And i'm bout my business, them pesos what i did get

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Fine young man with an old man mind

I aint comparing them cos dis aint my department!

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

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