This is a song about "Records labels"

The minds of record labels

Shout out my nigga miles

Check my records, i killed every single fucking objector!

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

The record labels would end up signing us/

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

You act like you sell records kid, you're makin me laugh

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

And torture me by forcing me to listen to records claiming they

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I'm rapping for royal records

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul