This is a song about "Anger management stress"

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

I'm hoping i confess

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Because i no longer have any anger

Get off a key like i can’t sing

My anger keeps building

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Now my anger is explosive

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Fondly carressing stress,

Dont make me waiting with that stress

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

Dc has never seen such progress