This is a song about "Stressin"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

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

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

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

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

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

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