This is a song about "Stressin"

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Use 4g to allocate the last of my coin

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

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

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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