This is a song about "Dont let them get to u"

Until the end if time

Let them sail to finish line,

Hold on to what you love, and never let go just let them know

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

But they dont get it, so i kill them gores

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Think you clueless then you foolish if your crew don't have a judas

Heres to the kids who didnt let the teacher call them clueless

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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