This is a song about "3d printers"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

And throw her shit in the hall

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Cause it could, come back to cut you man you never know

Or throw in the white towell

And if they did, they didn't care

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I dont just cut with swords

The chap stick has run dry,

Yeah, since i was a knee high

To be honest, im modest

100 deep v.i.p. no guest list

I'mma do this fast or slow

That you better know how to throw

Sometimes my life drives me insane and to cock and shoot,

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop