This is a song about "Rap and haters"

I fucking hate this job

Haters hate me cause i rap odd

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Never fading, and i know that the haters are forever waiting

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Fucken haters, and traitors, i hope to see you later

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

These haters hope i hurry up and die