This is a song about "Record"

The record labels would end up signing us/

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Now let's go toward your record

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

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Ignored the fact that they pressed record

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 is just me braggin for the record

Basketball is my favorite sport

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Like a broken record i cannot be played

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate