This is a song about "Label me prou"

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Even without a label i still got a couple bad bitches with me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

But some label me as a satirical liar

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

So i heard you gotta be on a major label

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

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

But some label me as a satirical liar

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