This is a song about "Recording"

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I spent every chance i had in the studio recording like an addict

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Try to make another recording the cover was playboy mansion.

//fuckin echoy bullshit in the recording i give up lol

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

My talent should take me places i've never been

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Vanilla ice imposters, when they recording at home they prolly do some gay ass dance

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,