This is a song about "Fuck you hater"

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

You would become a hater, isn't that a twist?

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

So i thank god for hater i've accumulated,

Money i make em buck

Terrorize you dont give a fuck

And just looked at the whole situation

Your part of my hater nation

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Cause i just talked to a hater,

Your rolling papers i'm burning paper, but i'm just wording hater!

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut