This is a song about "Records"

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

I thought i recognized her

My records sell, yes sir

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

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

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

I'm rapping for royal records

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Now i'm putting out these records so that hood shit is explained,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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