This is a song about "A hater"

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Your rolling papers i'm burning paper, but i'm just wording hater!

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Hater please, you 8 degrees

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I mean by his tweets it seems he's a hater

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Catch you up on places i've been

Your part of my hater nation

Cause i just talked to a hater,

Took the van, went snatch her