This is a song about "I press charges"

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

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

The pressure when i press up against your chest i'm the, phlegm that stresses, till necks hurt

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Address the press by startin a attack

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Hand press to ma chest,i prayed for riddle,cuz' we can't lose out. baby,we can't lose either.