This is a song about "King record"

For this, i thank the lord

Now let's go toward your record

I style on new york, pile up my fork

This is just me braggin for the record

Competition on the court

Check my criminal record,

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Like a broken record i cannot be played

Here comes the next rap king

Money ain't a thing

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

And it smells like burger king.

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Got to the end of the tunnel

But my record remains impeccable