This is a song about "Lakeforest records"

And i’m talkin, passenger action

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

And torture me by forcing me to listen to records claiming they

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

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

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

My records sell, yes sir