This is a song about "Receipt"

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

This the proper way to chew a rapper receipt

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Yeah i speak defeat and that's on repeat beneath what you so call a receipt

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

No receipt nigga i got that

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat