This is a song about "Haters and stacking up"

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Stacking up the change, but i don't make too much

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Forevermore i will be here and nevermore will the haters be hardcore

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

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

That makes up my product. every time i rap, the haters

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

And these haters feel the same, somethin' sick up in the mouth