This is a song about "Record"

Because this record is only to diss

Let me cash you out , here hold this

Checkin' off the record if you messin' with that other man,

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

But my record remains impeccable

I put it down your throat

I'll record with the hope,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Now let's go toward your record

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored