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

Do your self useful and give up keep your mouth shut

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

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

That makes up my product. every time i rap, the haters

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Nezt thing you know we both fucked up, in bed she can shut, try to get me

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

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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

Stayed still and shut up in my comics/

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since