This is a song about "Stress types in earthquakes"

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I'm hoping i confess

Fondly carressing stress,

Yes sir, please confess

A cannot deal with the stress

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Express stress expect less

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

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

This is how i deal with stress

And i'mma keep ya fresh