This is a song about "Diss song about haters"

Got so much haters, atleast, i don't care about beef

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

// this song is all about the inequality in the world

And maybe cupid won't miss

Cause you are on the diss,

Spit a poem or a diss

My hopes and all my wishes

Haters society bitching they don't teach you shit screaming about some

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Haters gettin shitty