This is a song about "Mandatory food packaging labels"

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Haters learn to bear, i'm lovie smith with the vocals

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

Labels are thrown all over the place

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Understand we don't understand, it's not mandatory to have faith.

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love