This is a song about "Corgi trouser press"

Cuz i wanna press rewind

Jimmy back me, child

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Press play. this shit is recorded

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

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

I've learned all press is good press when pursuing fame,

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part