This is a song about "3d printers"

Why we gotta argue

See you, touch you, hear you

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Turn your life completely around and turn you suicidal,

Throw your body in a ditch

Throw d's on that bitch

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

And even though shit's trife at times, never resort to life of crime,

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Next last to integrity,

Dc, man over money

I get my paper, y'all just hate

She'll turn out fake, i was being played