This is a song about "Getting record"

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

But my record remains impeccable

I got rich from a little struggle

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

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

Ignored the fact that they pressed record

He appreciates your support

You got 2 and 17 as you record, what the fuck?

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Now let's go toward your record

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord