This is a song about "Being stressed out"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I'm a maestro who's simple and stressed, fuck...

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

But girl i'm always stressed out, i just can't

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Streched, skin pulled out, it's limits being met, but don't fret

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

To now being able, to out rap them wow

Is it another man? just let me know now

You’re on neon lights in my bank

And stressed... about my white past

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Cause this minds not stressed out to that point, you see, it's free.