This is a song about "Stress types in earthquakes"

So bare with me im many types of cray.

I swear i'm coming back one day

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Try to sleep at night while feeble types in undershirts will beat their wives

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,

I'm hoping i confess

This is how i deal with stress

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

I dislike the stress /never got in to fights and bled

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

But so much stress in our shoulders like a veteran tours,

Tornadoes, earthquakes and visceral hurricanes

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names