This is a song about "Receipt"

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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

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

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

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

No receipt nigga i got that

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

This the proper way to chew a rapper receipt