This is a song about "Labels"

Why would god put labels on his own creations

So here i am at the store for some chips

Why would god put labels on his own creations

So ain't no way you gon' wait for relations

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

The minds of record labels

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Now watch me, walk away from labels repeatedly,

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

Labels are thrown all over the place

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

The record labels would end up signing us/

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables