This is a song about "Mandatory food packaging labels"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And in this game you the gators' food

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

Oh wait it is, i'm past all the last factory packagers packaging,

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

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

Now watch me, walk away from labels repeatedly,

Man going around around the world so many times i'm dizzy

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,