This is a song about "Record player"

Spazzin out on these player like adhd

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

And you only write, don’t record,

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

The minds of record labels

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Ignored the fact that they pressed record

He appreciates your support

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

A player getting played in this love game

Star player no benchtime, minutes played sublime.

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine