This is a song about "Haters tryna"

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Purgin haters like stalin

Cold world no blanket son

Shades: lv was a little dough

Ima let these haters know

Muhfuckin haters grillin like a barbeque

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

He lying i’m on papers

I got a lot of haters.

Half your body laying on my chest

Putting you haters into permanent rest,

So you finally got the nerve

Hey yo im cashin in on these haters

Debate, arresting the haters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth