This is a song about "Press release"

Address the press by startin a attack

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Release the song, cash the lot

O. trice always rep his block

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

As i release myself onto this page

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

Just before they seen my money in the green

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

Release rhymes until the amplifier's breaking

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Press play. this shit is recorded

One night love: i'mma need that