This is a song about "Motherfuckin haters"

Every motherfuckin thing about you is wack

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Snort up some motherfuckin cocaine,

Go gag on a motherfuckin goat's sack

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Thats how i ride on my motherfuckin enemies

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse