This is a song about "Massage to the haters"

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

And fucking, haters got something to say

We apply an analgesic to all of our haters.

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

To all you haters, i fucking expect the plastic assets,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Later bitches, i'm off to kill the haters,

Deuces to the haters, yall just instigators.

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse