This is a song about "Press"

I got a lot on my mind

Cuz i wanna press rewind

Address the press by startin a attack

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

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

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

How much i stabbed and press.

I don't fear death

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

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