This is a song about "Dictators"

Fuck all you 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

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

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

So you finally got the nerve

But i don't listen to no dictators.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Mathematic denominator, i predominate dictators

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

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

Bitch, they call it motor city

How dictators stopping missiles sent me