This is a song about "Press"

I shed so many tears

Du press so i took breaths

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

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

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

With unless the rest dare press to test till threshold snaps,

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Address the press by startin a attack