This is a song about "Criminal record"

The minds of record labels

So let 'em chase love

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

To give him a big record deal,

The original subliminal criminal

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

No one notice your struggle

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

Aren't you somethin', an original

He appreciates your support

Reaches to set a record

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Now they telling me im not allowed to rhyme on the record

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

I like the way they dribble up and down the court