This is a song about "Owning a record label"

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

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

Take a bunch of medicine without checking the label

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

But some label me as a satirical liar

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

The same shit over and over it's like a record skipping

Dont need a record deal ,to win a grammy

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

So i heard you gotta be on a major label

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Reaches to set a record