This is a song about "Tires of stress"

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Dont make me waiting with that stress

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

Get away from the stress of life

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive