This is a song about "Panini press"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

I'm from the number one place on the map

Address the press by startin a attack

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard

Yes sir, please confess

How much i stabbed and press.

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

Sweet, okay makes sense

Du press so i took breaths

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

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

Money is most of y'all interest

//press play on the soundcloud link.