This is a song about "Jovis records"

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

My talent should take me places i've never been

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Now paint that picture

My records sell, yes sir

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

My records sell, yes sir

I'm pushing it for the corner