This is a song about "Stressin"

I've done everything that's real, and now i'm just sittin' here stressin'

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Different lives but two sides of the same coin

Now im up in the booth an they stressin where they goin

That you didnt want me in your life stressin' or messin'

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

In a battle i'm never stressin' when my enemy starts

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

So keep it kept in, or else you'll just breathe stressin',

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Stressin to become the first in my fam to go to college/