This is a song about "Haters and thugs"

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

'cause all the haters gonna try and taunt you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

These haters hope i hurry up and die

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Just to go to liv on a sunday

And fucking, haters got something to say