This is a song about "Getting record"

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Priest tried to fuck me in the ass, for a record deal

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Dont need a record deal ,to win a grammy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Im better than you and i record my shit with an android

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me

Like a broken record i cannot be played

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored