This is a song about "Record player"

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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

But let the record be shown

So i parked in a tow-away zone

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

This is just me braggin for the record

For the record, this not in the books

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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