This is a song about "Haters and money"

But for long time i had gone cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Hustle for money and making livings

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Young money like drake and nicki

Now i know a lotta styles, some see