This is a song about "Brushin haters of same way"

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Because of my depression i'll never be the same.

He looks all the same but thinks in a rather different way.

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

Got a house on hundred acres

I got a lot of haters.

Hey, must be the money

Haters won't be the end of me,

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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