This is a song about "Money and haters"

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

I got money mind and money on my wrist

With plenty of money and women

My talent should take me places i've never been

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Hustle for money and making livings