This is a song about "Pressure store"

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Just me and you in our own world talking about pressure

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

Your heart rate is elevated, so's your blood pressure,

Picture a place that they exist, together

That moschino shit is so back

When under pressure, i never crack

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,