This is a song about "Getting record"

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

The minds of record labels

We race foreign cars, custom models

Write your fondest thoughts and record them

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

I put you on that pedestal

But my record remains impeccable

Because this record is only to diss

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

Checkin' off the record if you messin' with that other man,

Like a broken record i cannot be played

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade