This is a song about "Pressure"

Just me and you in our own world talking about pressure

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I guess you can't take the pressure to be a successor

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Felt that wetter pressure and my mind stalled

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Applying pressure when i put together letters

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Temporary the richest, legendary's forever

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