This is a song about "Pascal principle pressure"

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Rap life causing stress and adding to the pressure

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Hardest pressure on my shoulders, peep the architecture,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Your heart rate is elevated, so's your blood pressure,

I guess you can't take the pressure to be a successor

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Just me and you in our own world talking about pressure