This is a song about "Weed no stress"

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

No weed needed to get higher

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I'm no stress-reliever, no natural born leader/

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And i'm plantin money trees but they don't bring me stress

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

I don't fear death

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Put to rest feeling of life ain't got no stress at best it's safe sex

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays