This is a song about "Haters and fuckers"

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Never fading, and i know that haters are forever waiting

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

They say i talk like im god body

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

And fucking, haters got something to say

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Haters used to put me down and give me cold chills

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Id be killing corrupt mother fuckers, peadophiles and rapists