This is a song about "Haters and money"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Look it something they can't ever see

Take my bus and bust down money

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

To all my non-believers and haters

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse