This is a song about "Pressure"

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Now i got no stress just love and there's no pressure

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Hardest pressure on my shoulders, peep the architecture,

Of impactful things one can ask for

Lifting the sinking pressure

Your heart rate is elevated, so's your blood pressure,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Just me and you in our own world talking about pressure

Modu, he's ready for whatever

But to snooze would alleviate all pressure,

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Im sorry i put you under so much pressure,

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense