This is a song about "Haters and money"

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

Summertime in the city

Young money like drake and nicki

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

To all my non-believers and haters

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

'cause all the haters gonna try and taunt you

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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