This is a song about "I press charges"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Press play. this shit is recorded

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I type a da cheats then i quickly press delete