This is a song about "Haters in crowd"

Were fucking alligators, there just traitors while were innovators

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Luxury life, results living bad

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

He just throws it around

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

You’re nothing but a dot in a crowd of a ton of bitches in my sight right now

Now imma hit this beat like pow everybody's eye's open and they say wow

Fuck you haters hold on i'll get back to y'all in a minute/

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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