This is a song about "Skating around with the homies and going to hit the greens to get stress out of our minds"

I dislike the stress /never got in to fights and bled

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

This stress is tough to cope, eatin and showerin wit a roach, both ways get the view

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Need to get the fuck out of here.

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Rollin' down the four o five

Get away from the stress of life

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

With hope's to break the minds of bold, and bend the souls of the feeble

Those with the most thoughts are out of their minds.

Bring the battering ram where you live

How i'm outgoing but don't be going out

Trying to get out and around

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds