This is a song about "Wick3d records"

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Check my records, i killed every single fucking objector!

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

If you try to give it to me at the door

Punchline rapper what you think i make these records for?

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

I'm rapping for royal records

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

You all niggas ain't even on my level