This is a song about "3d printers"

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

No set trip, no color claim

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Cannibal animal whose on the loose

To let the walls fall down and speak something a bit sounding

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

That's all u need is death

Dc has never seen such progress

And she throws up whatever she eats

Dont fall asleep on our beats

For real, a nigga ill

A doctor, an engineer,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Sneak right up behind you leave you with a handsome carcass