This is a song about "Dictators"

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Mathematic denominator, i predominate dictators

I still got haters

You fuckin dictators

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

But i don't listen to no dictators.

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Fuck the haters i don't hear em' they think there dictators but

Knb bro fuck the haters, they traitors, tryna control you like they some dictators

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

Knb bro fuck the haters, they traitors, tryna control you like they some dictators