This is a song about "Blocking out the haters"

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Not giving a fuck what the haters say

Debate, arresting the haters

Better yet they work my every nerve

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Cause i'm grinding for this paper oblivious to the haters

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I got all the haters on their knees

Right flows down and they might go nice

Deuces to the haters, yall just instigators.

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war