This is a song about "Records"

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

And ask to see his tax records, they'll make you bound to walk,

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

And torture me by forcing me to listen to records claiming they

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

I’m attentive my opinion is monumental

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Rappers i look up to they got records, i'mma break that shit

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

No matter how many records we wreck and diss them,i do it for fun like exhibition

I'm rapping for royal records

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now