This is a song about "Haters make me famous"

For my actions i cant help but haters exuse watch me

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Jesus christ of rappad, haters want me crucified,

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

And men'll chase love

Just to make it famous

Must be something you want me to see

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

Just cause you might have a lot of money doesn't make you famous,

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

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Go on this sight for a daily basis. i hope one day enough to make me famous.

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Bleier, decleating haters tryin' to stop me