This is a song about "Corgi trouser press"

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

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

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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Couple months under him something in the oven

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

How much i stabbed and press.

Yes sir, please confess

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

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

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