This is a song about "Tires of stress"

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

I try to tell them i'm one of the stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

This is how i deal with stress

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Yet another stress point but they won't get control of me,

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

I just play my part make moves like chess

Success is best/unless the stress

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

Then come back later and slash the tires on your wheelchair.

Everybody put three fingers in the air