This is a song about "Record straight"

We both teenagers with the same mind state

I'll scare you motherfuckers straight

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Like a broken record i cannot be played

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

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

Write your fondest thoughts and record them

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

And you could check the record, i'm unorthodox,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Thats why my flow flies straight,