This is a song about "Press it"

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

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

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

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

Yes sir, please confess

How much i stabbed and press.

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

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

Wish i could shed all these tears

Du press so i took breaths