This is a song about "Dont be hating on me"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

And if people hating on you

I'm tryna learn somethin new

But there's no need to be hating, im just really faking,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Hating on the vertex then you shall lose

And now that i’m getting money

Dont love, just hate on me

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Please dont be mad at me for what i spoken.

You are hating and masturbating on your fucking floor

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more