This is a song about "Labels"

Labels are thrown all over the place

This is no trial, this a closed case

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Labels are thrown all over the place

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool 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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

Labels giving me debts instead of giving me checks

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Now watch me, walk away from labels repeatedly,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I have a crown that labels me as outcast

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank