This is a song about "Work pressure"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I feel like invincible, nothing can stop me like "come on this is the gayest pressure"

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Cause steady pressure, has got my back

Im sorry i put you under so much pressure,

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

Now i got no stress just love and there's no pressure

I work hard, nigga put in work

I ain't trynna be forward

I guess you can't take the pressure to be a successor

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

And gave the coldest smirk

You'll never be late for work