This is a song about "Sky records"

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

I'm rapping for royal records

Im screaming to the fucking sky

I be ballin, they wonder why

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

When that thing gon fly

Now i'm falling from the sky

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Rappers i look up to they got records, i'mma break that shit

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge