This is a song about "Fuck da haters"

Blue collar they'd call it, ain't ghetto, fuck what haters say,

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

Fuck the lame paper, same haters chase me, track us down,

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Nigga fuck all the haters, i'm over here gettin' paper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You say fuck da world and say you gonna change da structure

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Fuck the haters i don't hear em' they think there dictators but

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Like fuck all the haters

Got a house on hundred acres

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Well fuck you guys and you haters to cause all you are,