This is a song about "Not caaring"

Trip, and then you never snitch

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Do not rap if you do not practice

Who'd you think i am not?

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Marshmallows inside my pen

But not now. not ever again.

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Let me see you walk

The first to see you not,

I do it better with not 3, not 2, but all alone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne