This is a song about "Bench press"

From the bench to the ball

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

With unless the rest dare press to test till threshold snaps,

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil