This is a song about "Pressure"

Now i got no stress just love and there's no pressure

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate

Fuck them, fly together

Lifting the sinking pressure

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Felt that wetter pressure and my mind stalled

So much pressure make me wanna go insane

I turned into something they never became

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

To big to thin we crack under the pressure

Im sorry i put you under so much pressure,

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever