This is a song about "Hater s"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Because there's always a hater just around

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Rollin' down the four o five

It´s the battle of life

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Ditto drat her hitta hater

You is not hip then i can not coach her

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

Although you hater push me to a whole new low