This is a song about "Owning a record label"

So i heard you gotta be on a major label

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

They label me a discriminanter so they discriminate against

Take a bunch of medicine without checking the label

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

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Hottest record label, but still in all i'm chilling

Them bitches label me a beast,

I am ryu-like to the fiend

But some label me as a satirical liar/

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her