This is a song about "Labels"

Whatever it takes to live and stand

I have a crown that labels me as outcast

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Why would god put labels on his own creations

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Don't get me wrong, i'd love to go and sign with famous labels,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

On the slow jam of love

The minds of record labels

Labels are thrown all over the place

And any connotation is viewed many ways

I get that work from my face

Labels are thrown all over the place

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,