This is a song about "Rap music and haters"

And fucking, haters got something to say

But keep them cigarettes away

When we blast it and then pass the mic to save rap music,

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

When we blast it and then pass the mic to save rap music,

You other brothers can’t deny

These haters hope i hurry up and die

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Filipino rap making music i'm pretty confident

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Rap is music with real substance b

I just want somebody i can see