This is a song about "Haters are scum"

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

The haters are lickin' their fingers, waitin' for my album,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Never fading, and i know that haters are forever waiting

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Here i go again, falling in love

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Why are haters just hating when we did nothing to

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Your the scum of the earth beneath me

In my room thinking why are haters are hating

And getting money is the song i sing