This verse is mainly about how labels never want truth and how we mess with each others minds just for entertainment.
some of us love drums snares, we kill for those kicks
we write scripts, in day light, untill swet drips
when two gather in the mix crooked thoughts make us swift
tricked into a place a dimension that dont exist
critics love to watch, but majors always skip
a record from a minor, cause minors always trip
but still we rumble in the mud till who ever luses blood
fight for our lives till who ever pulls the plug
stuck with imagination the desaster rotating
nightmares take their part as slavery invading
we all remain in our lanes cause our dreams are quaking
aggression is taking its place cause aggression is overtaking
some of us push without a warning from night till morning
so if one makes a mistake, than trouble we all in
so when we move we take a caution cause life is extortion
and never trust those surrounding cause you'll end up in coffin