This is a song about "Print audit"

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

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

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

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

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The doctor has arrived just be patient

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