This is a song about "Pressed"

I know they pay me too much of attention

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

Im clutch though so i dont get pressed.

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

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

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

My realization of every violation pressed

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine