This is a song about "People hatin"

I ain't hatin', just sayin', it's time you met your replacement

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Call this shit osama's track, people hatin' lucifer,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

Sorry if i'm hatin, makin it burn i must be satan

I'm tryna find life's meaning up in this patron

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

If you hatin on me i will smack you in the face

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Hatin from the side cause i'm fuckin and y'all ain't

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

You scrape through a daze of decayed days, hatin' just facin' it