This is a song about "Push triggers"

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Don't even try to push your luck/

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

Heard that before make me mentally push and shove you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

They wanted me to kneel or getting push around

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Aiming at this hoes neck, no hands no triggers

Bullshitting that nigga did his shit for the clippers