This is a song about "Press it"

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

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

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

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck