This is a song about "Record player"

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'll record with the hope,

I fucking hate this job

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

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

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

// [everybody wants you, player]

Epic, they used to feed me detours

For the record, this not in the books

To this day, the game, will never be the same

A player getting played in this love game