This is a song about "Getting record"

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

To give him a big record deal,

Quietly becoming a top tier

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

By a brotha who was hopeless

The record labels would end up signing us/

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Ignored the fact that they pressed record

This is just me braggin for the record

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

I'll record with the hope,

Wardrobe from round the globe

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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