This is a song about "Hating on us"

Facing all this drama when mama's just a little girl

And im not hating on the black like i was dixon to merle

Shady, he's got nothing on us

Cause my thing something vicious

No one can hear me yelp, hear me hating on myself

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

So you got three feet on me, i do hating deeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense

That west coast schedule, don't hate on us bluntin'

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

But god's inside of us, so i'm focused on healin'