This is a song about "Shit record label"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Give me 3 years i'll have a good label

So i heard you gotta be on a major label

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

He appreciates your support

And you only write, don’t record,

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

Now let's go toward your record

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Look for that label, hope soon maybe april.

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school