This is a song about "Hating on us"

Fuck me for hating on you when you are just being normal

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

You are hating and masturbating on your fucking floor

Been ready to run up on it like a us embassy/

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

You saw us on the dance floor, you acted all humble,

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

On those phony wack "artists" and all the cops that hate us,

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

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

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

But when you'll see us on a screens

When you're reachin' your dreams

Light the way, lead us on

Pay dues like a hair salon