This is a song about "Haters gonna hate"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

'cause all the haters gonna try and taunt you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

He carried weight like a mack truck gonna bust on some playa haters.

Cause haters gonna hate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Haters hate cause they aint made it, i just laugh an celebrate off it

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

If haters gonna hate then i don't give a damn

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

I was gonna strive, no matter what these haters say.

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play