This is a song about "Press release"

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

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

Wish i could shed all these tears

Du press so i took breaths

Release the song, cash the lot

So get them ends hot

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Always am involved with the skills i release

Address the press by startin a attack

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts