This is a song about "Desi stress"

I'm no stress-reliever, no natural born leader/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

I'm hoping i confess

Yes sir, please confess

This is how i deal with stress

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Express stress expect less

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Spending her time with him i guess

And from now on ther'll be no more stress,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Dont make me waiting with that stress

The children will deal bullying and deal with the stress,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess