This is a song about "Press"

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Convertibles with turbo jets

Du press so i took breaths

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

I type a da cheats then i quickly press delete

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

24 hours just isn't enough,you just may press your luck

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger