This is a song about "Getting money i flash on the haters"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Oldest nation on this earth

Well i live for the haters

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Pissing on these haters i got r.kelly swagger

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Thought that getting money was the only payment

Like i told god ill never give up on my haters/

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

Getting to the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

You get whip lash from the sounds of my rhymes that i flash.

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas