This is a song about "Tires of stress"

Success is best/unless the stress

And i'm a just take another guess

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

He's a nightrider, flame of hellfire on both of his tires

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Dont make me waiting with that stress

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

But of course i was the main stress. might as well do less.

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I'mma catch you next time around

Tires screech on that road ground

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head