This is a song about "World record"

And you only write, don’t record,

Basketball is my favorite sport

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Now let's go toward your record

We don't ever make love

The minds of record labels

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Because this record is only to diss

Check my criminal record,

He appreciates your support

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

But let the record be shown

Dont need a record deal ,to win a grammy

Where you belong with your family

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring