This is a song about "I dont care how far u r"

I dont care if your not a fan

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

U gone close yah eyes/ n imam be standing there/ i know that's just not far/ but ion really care/

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Dont care about how much monopoly money u stash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I will fuck a fool up i dont care if im skinny

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

But i like you like..like a lil bit

I dont care if this is private or public

I said hey, you right there

It hurts but you know i dont care,

I dont care how many words,

That try to chase these skirts

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...