This is a song about "Jovis records"

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

I'm rapping for royal records

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

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

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

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

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns