This is a song about "Having haters"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Too good for them haters

Oldest nation on this earth

Like fuck all the haters

Got a house on hundred acres

Im jus sitting and having a perk

The concept is so absurd

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Always thought having you there was comforting

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Smokin haters unfurled