This is a song about "Hatin on andrew"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

And by the grace of god you make the approach

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Sorry if i'm hatin, makin it burn i must be satan

Peep me how i'm raising up the capital from nathan

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

You scrape through a daze of decayed days, hatin' just facin' it

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

This shit is sick, its chill n' quick the bitches stay hatin'