This is a song about "Haters money"

Muhfuckin haters grillin like a barbeque

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

My buzz is like cocaine

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Music is money, money isn't music

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Cause haters gonna hate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

That was just an advice from some haters.

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Well i live for the haters