This is a song about "Flyds haters"

Money i make em buck

Sometimes haters say shit you suck

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Unquestionable, haters will be victimized

Purgin haters like stalin

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Make the fingers snap

So, tell my haters fall back

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

So i freestyle, haters in denial

That was just an advice from some haters.

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Haters gettin shitty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Muhfuckin haters grillin like a barbeque

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you