This is a song about "Press"

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

But i press on like a soldier, not god's, but my feat

Du press so i took breaths

Convertibles with turbo jets

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

Bench press while surrounded by a bunch of alligators

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil