This is a song about "Lydia the hater"

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Sooner, later im a hater looking down on the lyrics on the paper.

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Your just a burnt up hater who has strife

Ditto drat her hitta hater

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Although you hater push me to a whole new low

And don't get me wrong i ain't no hater.

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

You're a basement bitch, basically on some hater shit

Beat dictator dream deflater ma flows the hater creator

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for