This is a song about "Cmo the label"

But some label me as a satirical liar

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Can't believe the label that signed you, they should've rejected

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

And a way to go from your label everyday lookin', boy

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Give me 3 years i'll have a good label

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor