This is a song about "Push triggers"

Parkside productions, no deduction only stacking figures while we blast triggers

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

To push this faggots cork back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I flash smiles at the mean looks

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

I ain't a killer but down push me/

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

That shit was wack as fuck

You go and push your luck

Never wrong at any level

Tryin to push the metal pedal