This is a song about "Hater gon hate"

That's see no hater, hear no evil

As i light one for ill will

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Detroit boy gon' fly, gon' get popped and land in novi

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Your rolling papers i'm burning paper, but i'm just wording hater!

Ditto drat her hitta hater

My records sell, yes sir

Raised by a momma who, who

Or music you gon slang to

He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her