This is a song about "Fuck my haters"

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

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Fuck ya'll haters, just open the fucking door

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

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Twista finna get up on the track

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

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

These haters mad, cause my rap's flow's sick

I dropped another classic

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Yeah you know i got that work