This is a song about "Stress in language"

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Although our language is original

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress

They at the same spot they making no progress

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Spending her time with him i guess

This is how i deal with stress

Express stress expect less

Dc has never seen such progress

I don't fear death

Fondly carressing stress,

I had a little stress stuck in my mind,

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind