This is a song about "Fuck you haters"

Putting you haters into permanent rest,

That happen to act like a black president

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So fuck the haters, they ain't nobody!

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Yeah, fuck y'all haters wanted me, i showed that

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

Fuck you haters hold on i'll get back to y'all in a minute/

So all you haters better pipe down

I know a little girly from uptown

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

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