This is a song about "3d printers"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Still like a lake water, while a child swims in the clear water

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Froze in ice but the lines will just melt your mind

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I just know what you mean

He aint clean on a scene

Ready to set it up, set with a plethora

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

But u already know im set

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Clippers with the semi, cut you niggas up,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

The water from the past is the same water in the present