This is a song about "Cheetah print"

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

My bitch get on all fours, like a cheetah,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Cause he tried to buy my soul but he forgot to read the print

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Print a receipt out of my ass crack for you to eat.

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Print a receipt out my ass crack for you to eat.

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The tragic which nas topped// read my fucking blue print// hova changed up lanes