This is a song about "Corgi trouser press"

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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,

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle

Bench press while surrounded by a bunch of alligators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

So press your lips to mines, take my hands and hold them tight