This is a song about "Haters and money"

Lil prps like 3 digits

"money and blood don't mix

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

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Making a movie, spike work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

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

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And big money like hulk

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Take my bus and bust down money

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy