This is a song about "My haters who wanted a album with me"

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

My shit is mean,but the you're the one who wanted to battle now keep your

When my words already kill your album.

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

The haters are lickin' their fingers, waitin' for my album,

Wanted me to succeed even bought me a laptop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Someone who could calm me with just a touch

Trying to give them light and a message

Who the fuck want it with,me yeah i didnt think so,i dont write with a pen

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

She was the first chick who i wanted to be with more than just be fucking

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Who would of thought, someone like me wanted this for the cause

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots