This is a song about "Haters and dictators"

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

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

Never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Got haters out of vision and the one that isn't

But i don't listen to no dictators.

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

And fucking, haters got something to say

I make forty-some dollars a day

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

You fuckin dictators

I still got haters