This is a song about "Fuck a bitch and snitch and a hater"

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

You ain't rich, you're a snitch, and you broke nigga,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

A bong,and my rhymes will blow you away-terrorist to a bomb.if you snitch

Ring a bell, it better cause bitch i'll wear a hater like a sweater

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Leave ya a single father taking yo bitch get rich then fuck her and yo daughter

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Tripping on a bitch nah! criminal killing a snitch

Pg bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

I have a dream in which i will succeed, blow up like a balloon,