This is a song about "Labels"

The record labels would end up signing us/

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

I have a crown that labels me as outcast

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Labels giving me debts instead of giving me checks

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Labels are thrown all over the place