This is a song about "A hater"

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

I think it excited her

Cause i just talked to a hater,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Sooner, later im a hater looking down on the lyrics on the paper.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Ditto drat her hitta hater

That damier bag i bought her

You're a basement bitch, basically on some hater shit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

Because there's always a hater just around

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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