This is a song about "Fuck the stress"

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Success is best/unless the stress

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

I need to cope with the stress, praying i hope for the best,

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

They can't take the stress and blaze the cess, streets are rough,