This is a song about "Jovis records"

Because i'm weary of seeing all these rappers spitting on records with no skill

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Didn't even care whether it's summer or blistering cold , platinum records were getting sold

You act like you sell records kid, you're makin me laugh

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

And ask to see his tax records, they'll make you bound to walk,

First off congratulations on the win

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Punchline rapper what you think i make these records for?

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

My records sell, yes sir

Are you perfect motherfucker