This is a song about "All i got haters"

To all them haters that hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Haters got the wrong picture

The richest place on earth

I got a lot of haters.

Like fuck all the haters

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Got so much haters, atleast, i don't care about beef

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Its all i fuckin' got

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Yo, this one goes out to all my haters that said i never could. let me tell you

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Haters, ya you got some, smoke it all you want some?