This is a song about "Creeping through the haters"

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

I can feel the sin that is creeping in

Well i live for the haters

The richest place on earth

Gives me jumbled up thoughts creeping through my head

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Like fuck all the haters

Got a house on hundred acres

Cause i'm batman with the pump, johnny johnny

So fuck the haters, they ain't nobody!

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Deuces to the haters, yall just instigators.

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Not giving a fuck what the haters say

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play