This is a song about "Fuck the haters"

Later bitches, i'm off to kill the haters,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

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

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits

Just another product of this matrix

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

That makes up my product. every time i rap, the haters

Luxury life, results living bad

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

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

Round my motherfuckin way

Fuck what the haters have to say