This is a song about "I pressed your"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Ignored the fact that they pressed record

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

I can see your drastic flaws

Black fours red drop head doors

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

But i must confess the buttons you pressed was a big mess,

Bitch i am in your head.

Ain't finna peak yet

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

A nuke towards your ignorance, i just pressed the button/

May i have your attention please?

I'm screamin' out fuck the police