This is a song about "Fuck the haters"

Know just what your worth

Well i live for the haters

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

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

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

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Like fuck all the haters

So you finally got the nerve

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Then some lady named billie holiday

Not giving a fuck what the haters say

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

Oldest nation on this earth

Debate, arresting the haters