This is a song about "Fuck the stress"

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

The stress i relieve is the stress i retrieve

Can barely walk the city streets

Fuck u i've been free since 1863, stress free,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

This stress is tough to cope, eatin and showerin wit a roach, both ways get the view

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I dislike the stress /never got in to fights and bled

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Crush the notes and fight the stress away

I make forty-some dollars a day