This is a song about "Press release"

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Then i'll release a torpedo

Release the energy stored beneath

Cause there could never be peace

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

It was such a sudden rush, an amazing release.

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

As i release myself onto this page

How much i stabbed and press.

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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