This is a song about "Record player"

I'll record with the hope,

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

A player getting played in this love game

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

For the record, this not in the books

// [everybody wants you, player]

The ice ain't really nothing to her

And you only write, don’t record,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short