This is a song about "My hater sam"

Lights please, lights please

Even uncle sam agrees.

Cause i just talked to a hater,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Still the man with the pan

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

You're a basement bitch, basically on some hater shit

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Starting to hater, then you are finished

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

And don't get me wrong i ain't no hater.

Me makes you a stranger. turn your back making you a hater.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Hater please, you 8 degrees

Five shots she ready to leave