This is a song about "I care about the money"

We both had dreams of being great

Dont care about the hate

I don't care about looks, i don't care if you're fat.

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I don't care any more about spelling i care about ass kicking

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

The only thing i care about in a verse is meaning/

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

I dont care about the fame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim