This is a song about "Fuck the stress"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But all this stress still nobody knows how bad the pain gets.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

The children will deal bullying and deal with the stress,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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