This is a song about "Hating mother"

But success is where the hating begins

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I think i know why are haters are hating

And if you got money man the head is amazing

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

I say u jus keep hating

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

It's okay to hate the game long as you not player hating

Make me another brother

Mother, o my mother

Go home to your mother

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Separated, me from the ones that was hating

And then raped my mother,

I stop and stare at the younger