This is a song about "Fuck my haters"

She will never get by, no how no way

Fuck what the haters have to say

Crowned for my girth now my haters livid

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Before a nigga finish put in the work

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Ima do me, fuck my haters, and you do you!

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

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

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

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

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way