This is a song about "Press it"

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

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

I type a da cheats then i quickly press delete

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

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

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

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

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