This is a song about "Haters and rapping"

These haters hope i hurry up and die

That's the window into the sky

Weed and rapping weed in jays

You're that secret place

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping

30 chains on, bet the light work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Drugs, and ass,haters dont phase my hearts on everlast!!

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt