This is a song about "Queen i got haters"

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

I got those haters facin death they ass lookin for a life line

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

I got a lot of haters.

Wish i could make ma(bro) ma father a king, and my mother a queen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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

I got all the haters on their knees

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

That makes up my product. every time i rap, the haters

Got haters out of vision and the one that isn't

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

You got haters? time for you to spit and prove ' em,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again