This is a song about "Stress escape soul writing"

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Stress, it's not to impress,

Cant escape the problems he's facing,

That photograph is fading

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress

This is how i deal with stress

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

The very fact that you're fearsome would make people escape

I'm hoping i confess

Fondly carressing stress,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And i'm plantin money trees but they don't bring me stress

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

There was only one place that i could ever go escape