This is a song about "3d printers"

Never knew why i was falling

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Put all the pieces together as i strip them all down

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Hard to say if i ever enjoyed the company

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Or will i turn savage and live in the trees? maybe a dog to keep me company.

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

That i posses dna on an extraterrestrial level,