This is a song about "Stress"

It's a long quest and i gotta lot of stress

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Express stress expect less

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky

These haters hope i hurry up and die

I ain't, mad, at cha

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Dc has never seen such progress

Fondly carressing stress,

I'm no stress-reliever, no natural born leader/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Is it a chase and every day's book stress?

Dont make me waiting with that stress

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success