This is a song about "Stress so have a bong"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

So all you people out there can have a good night

We been down for too long but that's alright

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Instead of trying to right your wrongs, you sit back, light a bong,

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Smoke a bong sniff mom's coke (whiff) i spoke bombs

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

I say that the pool is closed

I sit here writing so i can have a future

I don't get assists, i'm a stand-alone tumor