This is a song about "Press it"

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

I've learned all press is good press when pursuing fame,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

I type a da cheats then i quickly press delete

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

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

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

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen

I don't fear death

Du press so i took breaths

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

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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Address the press by startin a attack