This is a song about "Jovis records"

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

And breaking all the records on that 4x4 relay

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

So i gotta break some records, so ill know how needles feels

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

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

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Now i'm putting out these records so that hood shit is explained,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised