This is a song about "Cheetah print"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Now i'm back with one of my latest

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

My bitch get on all fours, like a cheetah,

They can not pause like right one sega

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

I can always go home and look down my street