This is a song about "My hater sam"

This should be illegal man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Because there's always a hater just around

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Of impactful things one can ask for

Cause i just talked to a hater,

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Your just a burnt up hater who has strife

I don't chit chat and do the same shit that my hater would

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

Your rolling papers i'm burning paper, but i'm just wording hater!

Starting to hater, then you are finished

That ice be onto my neck and wrist