This is a song about "Records"

You heard knowledge is power

My records sell, yes sir

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Check my records, i killed every single fucking objector!

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

My records sell, yes sir

It's real dog, i live in the fire