This is a song about "Hating my freind"

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

I swear that im elevating eliminating the hating

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

U hating ass nigga u a fucking jew

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

But success is where the hating begins

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Got niggas that be hating

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Keep hating cause it keeps fueling

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits