This is a song about "Hatin on andrew"

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Call this shit osama's track, people hatin' lucifer,

We a nation of hatin' and makin' speculation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

I ain't hatin', just sayin', it's time you met your replacement

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I got beef with you, keep the hindus hatin'

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Amazingly graceful but lucifer, they're blatantly hatin',