This is a song about "Haters in my path"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

In my room thinking why are haters are hating

That if they cross my path

He just get her bigger bags

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Crowned for my girth now my haters livid

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat

Cuz i got better things to do then rap with you, got my own path

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/