This is a song about "Backstabbers and haters"

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Fucken haters, and traitors, i hope to see you later

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

You haphazard backstabbers climbing the rap ladder,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

To all my non-believers and haters

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

And fucking, haters got something to say

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting