This is a song about "Printer"

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Stop begging for benjamins, beget your recompense and start wrecking shop with

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

I'm sittin in the barber shop

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen