This is a song about "Haters make me famous"

So creepy famous that it's harder to outcast n haters crushed in palms blunted sin in tag hashes

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

Boo me,do it,haters make me feel better,

For my actions i cant help but haters exuse watch me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Jesus christ of rappad, haters want me crucified,

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down

Haters wanna bring me down see me drown

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Now haters propping disses against me

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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