This is a song about "The record industry"

Checkin' off the record if you messin' with that other man,

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

And for the record, i didn't think your rap was bad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Epic, they used to feed me detours

For the record, this not in the books

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

You servant,to the industry when your skill is honestly worthless,

What them tippers don't see

Face of the industry

But let the record be shown

So is dr. j and moses malone

Industry and the strings attached to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I'm a go ahead in the race and hit this industry

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free