This is a song about "Fuck da haters"

Double m-g not to mention we got that

"fuck haters or fuck yourself" well, thats my logic.

Look it something they can't ever see

So fuck the haters, they ain't nobody!

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

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

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

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

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

Who da fuck do this too my fucking butt?

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club