This is a song about "Niggas hating on me"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Me and my niggas role together like the wheels on a chrysler

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Separated, me from the ones that was hating

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Niggas battle me but they end up releasin there throttle and chokin on a rattle,

Hating on the vertex then you shall lose

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Then ask me for a hand out now these niggas relying on me

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

And if people hating on you

And word i blew off herb i grew

So you got three feet on me, i do hating deeds

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

No one can hear me yelp, hear me hating on myself