This is a song about "Hating the cowboys"

Keep hating cause it keeps fueling

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Radio the cops and tell them to stop hating

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Hating on the vertex then you shall lose

This goes out to anybody still hating

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Your eyes are amazing

Got niggas that be hating

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Seems like you hating on the people getting cash

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

While you stay hating yourself inwardly.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see