This is a song about "My hater sam"

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

The one king that loves to damn a hater

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

We in the big thingseat a dick man

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Flow's just right any hater on my radar is the kind of motherfucker that i don't like

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

Because there's always a hater just around