This is a song about "Mandatory food packaging labels"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

The minds of record labels

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I have a crown that labels me as outcast

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

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

Now all im tryna do is get food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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