This is a song about "Me going against haters"

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Told me the haters dont acknowledge them,

Get you high, keep it on the low

Thing you have upper "hand" against me, bro

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

A hard motherfucker going up against some soft cocksucker,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

But when i rage against haters they all afraid and get shook,

Going against me,is like attacking a pack of bic razors with your wrist,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Haters won't be the end of me,

Your stupid ass outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”should’ve known i was a fool, when i moved

Because only soon they will realize going up against me they'll be doomed

Bleier, decleating haters tryin' to stop me

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she