This is a song about "Press"

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

I type a da cheats then i quickly press delete

To my unborn child

Cuz i wanna press rewind

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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

Du press so i took breaths

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

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

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them