This is a song about "Record deal"

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

And you only write, don’t record,

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

A criminal grind mean hustle

But my record remains impeccable

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

Priest tried to fuck me in the ass, for a record deal

I deal in heavy weight

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Now let's go toward your record

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

No allowance but i still make a deal

But ain't gonna be no stress in here