This is a song about "Confusion stress and depression"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Rap life causing stress and adding to the pressure

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Crush the notes and fight the stress away

Sk for dinner and forget to floss

And through this confusion what he deduced was

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

That's foolin' into confusion and more abusive intrusions

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Less stress/ i express best/with flows and lines