This is a song about "Haters instagram followers fighting cars money"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

I probably body you on instagram banging and bluffing

When bret hart meet brett farve

Got like a hundred cars

But im sick of the fighting

I'm doing the same thing

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

See, it's something about commitment though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper