This is a song about "Stress types in earthquakes"

But my flow is moved like earthquakes news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I'd remember my favorite types of recipes

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

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

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Express stress expect less

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Tornadoes, earthquakes and visceral hurricanes

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

So the stress aches,all across my breast plate,but im in the best place you could want to be