This is a song about "Press it"

Address the press by startin a attack

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

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

Bench press while surrounded by a bunch of alligators

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Baby i’mma mess, mess

How much i stabbed and press.

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

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil