This is a song about "Press heat"

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

And if i'm down with this banging shit

I’m way harder than the concrete

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

The drug that they brain need

Chill ass song, bring all that heat