This is a song about "Lakeforest records"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

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

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Watch them get they monica on all day

And breaking all the records on that 4x4 relay