This is a song about "Print audit"

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

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

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

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