This is a song about "Press"

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

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

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

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Bench press while surrounded by a bunch of alligators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

How much i stabbed and press.

Yes sir, please confess

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Press play. this shit is recorded

I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

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