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

I was so sincere like nas first name

The game providing decays of the same

Lack of education and ignorance's the same thang,

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

For doing shit the same way as the best did

Super magic, abracadabra kid

Had a lot of haters and i've hated every single one

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Jesus christ of rappad, haters want me crucified,

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Shit with our whole family

Haters won't be the end of me,

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

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