This is a song about "Do the printer"

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Do the math, get the sum

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Man shut the fuck up, and let me do what i do

Do you hear the bullet clang?

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Hed do it- this the letter for before i fucking do it.

I'm about to snap

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

Hot time homey im loose off any printer

What do you do when the hunger has died?/

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Nor all the things you do.

I call em up, they might fall through