This is a song about "Mad bitches who aint shit"

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

Sighting the same bitches who played me

Look it something they can't ever see

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

It says aeke is a mad fag-got, bitches

I can smell it when i go outside

Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right

Then those bitches who grew old.

Where i from, it get cold

Rub the wood and ima show em love

This shit aint for no business

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me