This is a song about "Record labels"

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Why would god put labels on his own creations

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

But my record remains impeccable

Got to the end of the tunnel

I know why they call them labels

Amen, they say you only live once

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Reaches to set a record

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

I have a crown that labels me as outcast