This is a song about "Records labels"

Why would god put labels on his own creations

So here i am at the store for some chips

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Labels giving me debts instead of giving me checks

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

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

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Punchline rapper what you think i make these records for?

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

High off life? my nigga not even

Labels are thrown all over the place

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

Labels are thrown all over the place