This is a song about "Cmo the label"

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

But some label me as a satirical liar

Look for that label, hope soon maybe april.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

The bitches on your label just gave you a raw deal

But some label me as a satirical liar

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I'm not looking for a label to sign me,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

They are signed in a label,

Baby, you're an angel