This is a song about "Having haters"

Like fuck all the haters

Know just what your worth

Having some prosperity

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

So i guess that's where i hide my things

We are having the time of our lives

The richest place on earth

Too good for them haters

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Pooping - having a blast,

Or just stop having fun

I'm caged up in state prison

Always thought having you there was comforting

There's soda in the pot and the fire - burning