This is a song about "Panini press"

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

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

You was bigger than an artist

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

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

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