This is a song about "Love my haters"

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

That moschino shit is so back

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

These haters mad, cause my rap's flow's sick

To all my non-believers and haters

Better yet they work my every nerve

Like i told god ill never give up on my haters/

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

On they twitter writing novels, see

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

You can see my haters rest, yet my hustle excels