This is a song about "Haters make"

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Sometimes haters say shit you suck

I got a lot of haters.

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Hey yo im cashin in on these haters

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Putting you haters into permanent rest,

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I ain't trynna be forward

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

To all my non-believers and haters

Better yet they work my every nerve