This is a song about "Record"

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Like a broken record i cannot be played

Mom loved me before..then left me to hustle alone as she couldn't afford/

//btw there are barely any pauses in this rap so it will be a bitch to record!

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

You got 2 and 17 as you record, what the fuck?

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

A criminal grind mean hustle

But my record remains impeccable

Ignored the fact that they pressed record

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

But let the record be shown

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king