This is a song about "Pressure"

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

And in the end all the pressure makes them fucking crumble,

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

I feel like invincible, nothing can stop me like "come on this is the gayest pressure"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Just me and you in our own world talking about pressure

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

But to snooze would alleviate all pressure,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I guess you can't take the pressure to be a successor

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Im sorry i put you under so much pressure,

Felt that wetter pressure and my mind stalled

Cause my mother let me do what i want