This is a song about "Haters money"

Allright now thats over with all you haters

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Putting you haters into permanent rest,

Half your body laying on my chest

Music is money, money isn't music

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Later bitches, i'm off to kill the haters,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Muhfuckin haters grillin like a barbeque

Haters gettin shitty

Lord knows you've been busy

Haters on me like fleas

Lights please, lights please