This is a song about "Stress"

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Redan road, that’s my street

I'm no stress-reliever, no natural born leader/

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress

They at the same spot they making no progress

And from now on ther'll be no more stress,

Success is best/unless the stress

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

Spending her time with him i guess

Express stress expect less

You other brothers can’t deny

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky