This is a song about "Records"

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And i like the hoes that need passion

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

You act like you sell records kid, you're makin me laugh

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Catchdubs you a motherfucker

My records sell, yes sir