This is a song about "Fuck the haters"

Fuck ya'll haters, just open the fucking door

And there's little to be glad for

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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

Debate, arresting the haters

Got a house on hundred acres

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Deuces to the haters, yall just instigators.

The richest place on earth

Well i live for the haters

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

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