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

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

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

I bout to crash all of you haters just debaters

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Were they click it and vent shitt tha same way i click it and pen it

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

I got a lot of haters.

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Most of my haters have been hated on now that's some stat

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

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

We apply an analgesic to all of our haters.