This is a song about "Death row records"

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

My rhymes brought you to death row.7-15 rehabbing like a hooker gettin clean.

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

But that aint me , got goons on the block death row they seek

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

My records sell, yes sir

So that don't even matter

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Riding around without a fuck given

Bitch i'm on fire

My records sell, yes sir