This is a song about "Haters and money"

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Gotta say it was a good day

And fucking, haters got something to say

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

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

Who know this be the life that i really live