This is a song about "Cmo the label"

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

So i heard you gotta be on a major label

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

The bitches on your label just gave you a raw deal

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Take a bunch of medicine without checking the label

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

But some label me as a satirical liar

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

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

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

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Give me 3 years i'll have a good label

Tell your girls, to come join our table