This is a song about "Push triggers"

Yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

They wanted me to kneel or getting push around

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs

Or push myself, fall down backwards over the stairs

I love you though i'll still fuck

Don't even try to push your luck/

Tryin to push the metal pedal

As i light one for ill will

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

I can always go home and look down my street

Epic, they used to feed me detours

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,