This is a song about "Haterz and money"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Get money like trump and rappas alike

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

And cash money supermarket like seth,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Hustle for money and making livings

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I ain't mad at cha

Chloe haterz, see ya

Call on one of your girls

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

With plenty of money and women

On the bible you can run