This is a song about "My haters can shut up"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

You can see my haters rest, yet my hustle excels

Just shut up and listen

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Uh ha, you know what

So please just shut the fuck up,

Shut the fuck up, sing the song

Wonder where i went wrong

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

But when i talk down to you, it's time to shut up so i can speak

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Like i told god ill never give up on my haters/

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop