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,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Aint it bout' time for some ''real'' mc's go and write some journals

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Competitors get worried