This is a song about "Record"

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

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Write your fondest thoughts and record them

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

Reaches to set a record

Competition on the court

This is just me braggin for the record

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

And you only write, don’t record,