This is a song about "Press"

Du press so i took breaths

I can taste the salt from my tears

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

So press your lips to mines, take my hands and hold them tight

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

The pressure when i press up against your chest i'm the, phlegm that stresses, till necks hurt

How much i stabbed and press.

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

I type a da cheats then i quickly press delete