This is a song about "Push triggers"

You go and push your luck

Love will have you stuck

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

I ain't a killer but down push me/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But when you step out, why these bitches run out

They wanted me to kneel or getting push around

Your wig will get push back so don't push that

That moschino shit is so back

Tippin back the hardest liquor with the speed of pullin triggers

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

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