This is a song about "My haters"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

I see my haters drown so get a boat

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You can see my haters rest, yet my hustle excels

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

To all my non-believers and haters

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits

These haters mad, cause my rap's flow's sick

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick