This is a song about "Haters making me famous"

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Theses ill thrills i spill will help lead me to the famous route

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

Making me think my life aint shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Don't get me wrong, i'd love to go and sign with famous labels,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

They smoking on something making haters feel so bitter

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Jesus christ of rappad, haters want me crucified,

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Haters wanna bring me down see me drown

The fourth one, i like to kick around