This is a song about "Lakeforest records"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

No matter how many records we wreck and diss them,i do it for fun like exhibition

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

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch