This is a song about "Labels"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Labels giving me debts instead of giving me checks

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 pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Hoping that nobody don't notice

The record labels would end up signing us/

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Now watch me, walk away from labels repeatedly,

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

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