This is a song about "Hatin"

We a nation of hatin' and makin' speculation

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

If you hatin on me i will smack you in the face

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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