This is a song about "Getting record"

Or closed casket for our troubles

The minds of record labels

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

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

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Like a broken record i cannot be played

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Now let's go toward your record

He appreciates your support

For this, i thank the lord

Check my criminal record,

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

To give him a big record deal,

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Until someone gives a try on a old record,