This is a song about "Pure pressure"

So i gotta spit to this

Like an abyss, pure bliss

When under pressure, i never crack

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

You're the tidal wave, it's pure

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

Whatever the pressure

Well, maybe not forever

Hardest pressure on my shoulders, peep the architecture,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

But to snooze would alleviate all pressure,

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

Don’t you be holding back, your love

I enter your realm with pure focus