This is a song about "Record"

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I'll record with the hope,

Up on phrases i wrote

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

The record labels would end up signing us/

Check my criminal record,

Competition on the court

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

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

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored