This is a song about "Haters and dictators"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

You got haters? time for you to spit and prove ' em,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Ima do me, fuck my haters, and you do you!

Never fading, and i know that the haters are forever waiting

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

And even though you'll have motherfucking haters you'll go far,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

You fuckin dictators

So you finally got the nerve

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Fucken haters, and traitors, i hope to see you later