This is a song about "Labels"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

The minds of record labels

So let 'em chase love

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Labels are thrown all over the place

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

I know why they call them labels

That's why i shine like i does

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Why would god put labels on his own creations