This is a song about "Hate on the haters"

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Go! you free to go about your business

Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I live on the beach haters outside and they playin wit they heat

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Hey yo im cashin in on these haters

I got all the haters on their knees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I'm the only nigga waiting on some action, i hate it,

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste