This is a song about "Push the envelope"

I'll pull a fucking 2pac push you off a building like jdot's got the juice now

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow

So take your seat on the bench

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

All the while knowing if they do i will push through and try again,

You can't push me over so i claim all the rewards

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You open the envelope / on that last breath you choked

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

500 miles push on the disc brake

I'm dreaming to be great

Submerging from the depth, and i push and nudge

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Nothing because the bullies at my school stay try to push me around.i am nothing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring