This is a song about "Blessed not stressed"

Fuck it tho i know im blessed

See, you're my best friend

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

I always tell them i am not talented, but truly blessed.

Hold my tears i tried my best

Mother fucker i'm blessed

I appreciate with jesus' offerings so i'm blessed

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

He's daydreaming of one shot of success, under a lot of distress, he does not feel blessed

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

For the one night stand

And stressed... about my white past