This is a song about "Jovis records"

No matter how many records we wreck and diss them,i do it for fun like exhibition

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

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