This is a song about "Haters and fans"

And fucking, haters got something to say

And oh, i gotta find my way

Now i'm ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

And of course, my car's off course

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

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

My home girl told me i got an issue

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

To all my non-believers and haters

You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance