This is a song about "Pain and stress"

All the time with this glock of mines

Less stress/ i express best/with flows and lines

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Stress on my brain, trying to stay sane and maintain

You're not usin' your brain

Through all the rain and the pain

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

Rap life causing stress and adding to the pressure

And the pain is what invites

Just to make it in this broadway lights

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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