This is a song about "The stress of women"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

The stress i relieve is the stress i retrieve

But thank god that i'm blessed, that's none of my stress

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

Beautiful women come at the drop of dime

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,

All the gunshots that were fired,screams of women crying inside the hamlets

The children will deal bullying and deal with the stress,

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

But if i can't batter the women

I want to fight the music on this one