This is a song about "Sky records"

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

Why you call me back? don't lie

I shine like something in the sky

So let me tell you about this guy

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I'm rapping for royal records

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

And breaking all the records on that 4x4 relay