This is a song about "Stress of a women"

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Like a women who loves to chase

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

I love your ambition

Women always on a mission

But thank god that i'm blessed, that's none of my stress

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Beautiful women come at the drop of dime

Dc has never seen such progress

Don't care for stress cause my brains a mess