This is a song about "Cop be hatin"

Can't understand why all my exes hatin' me.

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I ain't hatin', just sayin', it's time you met your replacement

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

This shit is sick, its chill n' quick the bitches stay hatin'

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Sorry if i'm hatin, makin it burn i must be satan

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

I got beef with you, keep the hindus hatin'