This is a song about "Mandatory food packaging labels"

The minds of record labels

She can make a pimp fall in love

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Now all im tryna do is get food

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Why would god put labels on his own creations

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

If i keep it underground, would i get signed by labels,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love