This is a song about "Hating rats"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Separated, me from the ones that was hating

Got niggas that be hating

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I say u jus keep hating

I do the right thing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I swear that im elevating eliminating the hating

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

Radio the cops and tell them to stop hating

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king