This is a song about "Haters picking on me"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Dont you feel like picking me up and killing those parents!"

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Then my brother started picking on me

Ima let her be by herself in peace

I got all the haters on their knees

Picking on me, bullying me, people pointing fingers at me

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Like i told god ill never give up on my haters/