This is a song about "Records labels"

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

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

I'm rapping for royal records

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

In a collision, i see their ambition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

So i gotta break some records, so ill know how needles feels

Now watch me, walk away from labels repeatedly,

And all women who had light features, see

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods