This is a song about "My hater sam"

Cause i just talked to a hater,

Huh, i can't interpret her

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

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

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Starting to hater, then you are finished

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

But call me uncle, yeah uncle cam

I'm more furious then serious sam

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

So i thank god for hater i've accumulated,