This is a song about "Pressed"

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Im clutch though so i dont get pressed.

Pg bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch

(see) when you pressed play you applied as a hostage

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

But i must confess the buttons you pressed was a big mess,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

A nuke towards your ignorance, i just pressed the button/

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

My realization of every violation pressed

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed