This is a song about "Record labels"

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

And you only write, don’t record,

Check my criminal record,

Basketball is my favorite sport

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Labels are thrown all over the place

He appreciates your support

Reaches to set a record

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Labels giving me debts instead of giving me checks

Competition on the court

Ignored the fact that they pressed record

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Until someone gives a try on a old record,