This is a song about "Leopard print"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Cause they right down the street

Leopard kicks on my feet

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Drops her in a spot only a leopard sees

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

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

Whether you wear rags or leopard skins

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons