This is a song about "Mandatory food packaging labels"

And in this game you the gators' food

Banging out niggas with attitude

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

I know why they call them labels

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Now watch me, walk away from labels repeatedly,

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

The record labels would end up signing us/

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns