This is a song about "Blocking out the haters"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Got haters out of vision and the one that isn't

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Haters won't be the end of me,

Mama made her pretty

Man get these haters out of my mind, see the hate comments and i just skip em!

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

The way a nigga see it you little niggas is curious

Finishing the paper while haters be stuck at the thesis!

All the haters can fucking suck me

Third ward general, young cash money