This is a song about "Push"

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Don't even try to push your luck/

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Imma push these weak niggas off a fuckin stairwell

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Push my buttons...u can get the heat like a microwave....

You can't push me over so i claim all the rewards

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

I'll push carts just to buy a fuckin launch pad/

You go and push your luck

Money i make em buck

Push on top, as if i never dropped and

As my name get bigger this game get different

500 miles push on the disc brake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate