This is a song about "Bench press"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Convertibles with turbo jets

Du press so i took breaths

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

So i press against your trachea until you're fucking breathless

But i press on like a soldier, not god's, but my feat

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

//press play on the soundcloud link.

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

24 hours just isn't enough,you just may press your luck

Just as you rose you will fall

From the bench to the ball