This is a song about "Haters and fuckers"

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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