This is a song about "Labels"

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Labels are thrown all over the place

Yeah hail mary full of grace

On the slow jam of love

I know why they call them labels

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Now watch me, walk away from labels repeatedly,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips