This is a song about "Worried"

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Mommas worried shit is too stressful

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Last of a dying breed

Competitors get worried

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

3 in the morning worried you have a noose

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed