This is a song about "Haters and stacking up"

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Well fuck you guys and you haters to cause all you are,

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

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

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

Like i told god ill never give up on my haters/

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

And fucking, haters got something to say

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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