This is a song about "Press release"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Thoughts and feelings show, so slow with the release.

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Sweet, okay makes sense

Du press so i took breaths

Release the song, cash the lot

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Release rhymes until the amplifier's breaking

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

How much i stabbed and press.

Yes sir, please confess