This is a song about "Stress no bitch"

// [bitch you get (no love)]

I'm breathing for a purpose

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

And no bitch this wasn't forever,

Good love then i can do that for her

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

And all that stress in the ghetto, it has you flexing the metal bitch,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Bitch there aint no fucking rules

I feel my work ain't enough

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]