This is a song about "Panini press"

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

I've learned all press is good press when pursuing fame,

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

Dc has never seen such progress

How much i stabbed and press.

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

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

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

I can always go home and look down my street

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

With unless the rest dare press to test till threshold snaps,