This is a song about "Record"

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Check my criminal record,

And i need you to show me love

The minds of record labels

Im better than you and i record my shit with an android

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Because this record is only to diss

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Now let's go toward your record

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

For the record, this not in the books

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours