This is a song about "Fuck da haters"

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Fuck what the haters have to say

Fuck a mayback, i pull da back seats to da rolls.

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Fuck the haters imma just povolt over this bitch

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

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

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay