This is a song about "Red label"

Kushed up and my eye red

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Look for that label, hope soon maybe april.

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

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

So i heard you gotta be on a major label

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 every day looking boy

People riot and destroy, but we ain't done cause we want to destroy

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Just so you can be another label,