This is a song about "Love my haters"

Bring your pops to school today for twelve years i cheated

I love to laugh at haters that the word impress did

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Haters cant stop me my feelings are steel,

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

The third one is mixed, white and black

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

That makes up my product. every time i rap, the haters

While the time lapses, my haters collapses

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Even my haters kinda glad i'm on