This is a song about "Lydia the hater"

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

That damier bag i bought her

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

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

Your rolling papers i'm burning paper, but i'm just wording hater!

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Every playa's got a hater, but y'all should hate the game not the player.

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater

That's see no hater, hear no evil

As i light one for ill will