This is a song about "Push triggers"

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Or push myself, fall down backwards over the stairs

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

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

And your buttons im get to push in,

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

The bullies constantly push him into lockers

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Glorifying puppets like jay-z to push agendas,

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Tryin to push the metal pedal