This is a song about "3d printers"

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

I take out of my largest targets, and fake artists.

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

My stray plaque... "bitch please you're gonna die!"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Chop it up like jay voorhees, pull triggers when messin' with,

I said you got screwed lose

My time with their half-witted reviews

You know i want a piece of that pie

Some days he just wishes he could die

Never had a chance to try

Let the grief itself die.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

About to sweep the nation

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

It's a struggle,it's fading away