This is a song about "Haters word up"

Every word for word

I ain't trynna be forward

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Haters can't haze, see when i fall they raise thee up

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

And these haters feel the same, somethin' sick up in the mouth

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

But the only word i can come up with god is why... why...

Respect is the wrong word

My shirt, purple label my shirt

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

And the only word i can come up with god is why... why..

I grew up as a teenager in new orleans, word is bond,

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft