This is a song about "Hatin on andrew"

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

I got beef with you, keep the hindus hatin'

Now you got me hopped up on that

And dont go hatin on this crap

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Stop hatin i know you a fan

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach