This is a song about "Haters and fuckers"

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

And fuckers know my story, and now i pack the wesson,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Big too for the tribute and homage of their energy/ freestyle the greatest/ dope haters/

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Id be killing corrupt mother fuckers, peadophiles and rapists

And then you fuckers wonder why i wish i wasn't here,

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Drugs, and ass,haters dont phase my hearts on everlast!!

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

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

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change