This is a song about "Deathrow records"

Punchline rapper what you think i make these records for?

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

You act like you sell records kid, you're makin me laugh

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

No matter how many records we wreck and diss them,i do it for fun like exhibition

And ask to see his tax records, they'll make you bound to walk,

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail