This is a song about "Print"

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

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

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet