This is a song about "Hater girls"

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I'm an innovator fucking hater a master of this game

You little young-ass motherfuckers

We should appreciate the girls

Denise was just a worthless hater,

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Your just a burnt up hater who has strife

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Cause i just talked to a hater,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I mean by his tweets it seems he's a hater

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home