This is a song about "Bitch niggaz hatin"

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

I got beef with you, keep the hindus hatin'

Stop hatin i know you a fan

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

As i light one for ill will

I don't know why i'm even on this track

And dont go hatin on this crap

I was born to do the damn thing

Playas is hatin’ and hoes is choosing