This is a song about "Record"

Dont need a record deal ,to win a grammy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

A criminal grind mean hustle

But my record remains impeccable

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And you could check the record, i'm unorthodox,

Priest tried to fuck me in the ass, for a record deal

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Because this record is only to diss

But let the record be shown

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

You got 2 and 17 as you record, what the fuck?

Now they telling me im not allowed to rhyme on the record

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord