This is a song about "Haters and fake people"

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

To all my non-believers and haters

We both met new people, some real some fake

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

These haters hope i hurry up and die

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Confusing what was real and fake;.

You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate