This is a song about "Mandatory food packaging labels"

Labels are thrown all over the place

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

I know why they call them labels

And panned out, i'm all in love

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

The minds of record labels

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Now watch me, walk away from labels repeatedly,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

And in this game you the gators' food

But rather than singing non praise the dude