This is a song about "Owning a record label"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I'm not looking for a label to sign me,

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Priest tried to fuck me in the ass, for a record deal

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

Tell your girls, to come join our table

They are signed in a label,

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Because you have to fit a label now to fit a label

Dont need a record deal ,to win a grammy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And runs a record business by the time daylight comes

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Always a step ahead so label me as a strategist