This is a song about "All these haters"

Hey yo im cashin in on these haters

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Like fuck all the haters

Got a house on hundred acres

And these haters feel the same, somethin' sick up in the mouth

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

To all them haters that hate

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Chorus {x4}: to all my haters who've become waiters

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

These haters sad, cause they raps blow dick

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop