This is a song about "Criminal record"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

To give him a big record deal,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Predictable, however, is the life of a criminal

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

And you only write, don’t record,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Criminal paving these streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams