This is a song about "Fucking killing haters"

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Got a house on hundred acres

I got a lot of haters.

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Still ain't different, haters killing over what isn't theirs

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I only got one rule, no kissing

Not for attention for killing

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Its the fucking walking dead, killing all em and i'm stocking head

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious