This is a song about "Push"

You can try to push me down, yeah keep me low

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Imma push these weak niggas off a fuckin stairwell

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

500 miles push on the disc brake

We both had dreams of being great

Tryin to push the metal pedal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Don't push your luck kid you're still tender

Picture a place that they exist, together