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

They just don't give a fuck

Cuz they just won't shut the fuck up

Now shut the fuck up and kiss my toes

So while you worry about the hoes

But that's it in my legion so shut the fuck up and get out of my region

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

So bitch shut up so i can drink again, i gotta drink again

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

I'mma end it here, my haters can get their mother-facked {fucked}

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

See i'm fuckin' em up and i'm eatin', so fuck y'all haters, y'all can clap with ease,

Step out the shower pick up my towel, and shut the curtains, holdin in my urges,

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages