This is a song about "Make it rapping and getting all this money smoking get stress away"

And all that stress in the ghetto, it has you flexing the metal bitch,

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm plantin money trees but they don't bring me stress

Most of you are heartbroken, stop the rapping, and start smoking.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

She can't know where my mother stay

Crush the notes and fight the stress away

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?

How i think about you every day

U took all my money and ran away...

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I make money to get by but the governments taxin it,

Is it a chase and every day's book stress?

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess