This is a song about "Label me"

They label me a discriminanter so they discriminate against

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

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

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

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

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

30 chains on, bet the light work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Always a step ahead so label me as a strategist

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift