This is a song about "Records labels"

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

My records sell, yes sir

Three quarter bills later

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

The record labels would end up signing us/

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Why would god put labels on his own creations

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

And breaking all the records on that 4x4 relay

My records sell, yes sir

Yeah, right, get over here faster

Shout out my nigga miles

The minds of record labels

I'm rapping for royal records

Chomping at your oxygen chords