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

Haters won't be the end of me,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

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

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Grindin, no way man, i'm not the same man

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Instead of singin' the same song

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

With business hoes an college strippers

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Our ways of complaining about haters every single