This is a song about "Labels"

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

Baby, you got that super bass

Labels are thrown all over the place

The record labels would end up signing us/

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Labels giving me debts instead of giving me checks

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Why would god put labels on his own creations

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

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

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

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Labels are thrown all over the place