This is a song about "I love he doesn t care"

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

"i love you" he said on top of the balcony floor

In this city of angels no one care that he

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

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

And he doesn't give a fuck, 'cause he don't care,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

I don't care who does it because now he has zero relevance

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

He knows that my bars hotter than a candle stick, people love it when i spit,