This is a song about "Wick3d records"

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Because i'm weary of seeing all these rappers spitting on records with no skill

Beware your existence im a villian i know your feelin this dont sqeal lil

I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

No matter how many records we wreck and diss them,i do it for fun like exhibition

What you think i flow for? y'all niggas is old dog

And ask to see his tax records, they'll make you bound to walk,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket