This is a song about "Labels"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

Why would god put labels on his own creations

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Here i go again, falling in love

The minds of record labels