This is a song about "Print audit"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

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

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Make a deposit and the irs will still attempt to perform an audit and repossess the doc's chronic

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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