This is a song about "My haters"

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Crowned for my girth now my haters livid

Even my haters kinda glad i'm on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

New canvas she need a new stroke

I see my haters drown so get a boat

There's crack, there's crack

So, tell my haters fall back

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I will never stop rappin to you haters because it's my alacrity,

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

My voice is gettin shriller, there will be plenty haters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Chorus {x4}: to all my haters who've become waiters