This is a song about "Hater"

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

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

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And don't get me wrong i ain't no hater.

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Me makes you a stranger. turn your back making you a hater.

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out

Because there's always a hater just around

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

My pockets got paper on paper

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

So i thank god for hater i've accumulated,