This is a song about "Love and care"

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Me and dagen take care, kick back for each other,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

And actually realised you couldn't care 'bout the rest,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Materialize her love for one who doesn't care, i hope that you are aware

And somehow we don't care,

Like they not gon' stare

I ain't trying to be ignorant

How could you love her and

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care