This is a song about "Pressure"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Felt that wetter pressure and my mind stalled

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Do it ppv, snap necks with the pressure

The jager in my cup is licorice black

When under pressure, i never crack

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate

I lost my mind and went paranoid with pressure

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

Applying pressure when i put together letters

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Im better than best/ ill rip apart your chest from your neck with lessor of pressure