This is a song about "Poop on haters"

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I got all the haters on their knees

Most of my haters have been hated on now that's some stat

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Now all these haters gonna always hate on me

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

They smoking on something making haters feel so bitter

Haters dont phase my hearts on everlast!!

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

By haters on a daily basis saying that i should stop it.

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite