This is a song about "Rhymes about haters"

The chore is making rhymes and many times you fuck up about crimes

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Our ways of complaining about haters every single

Too good for them haters

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

A couple more rhymes comin to your ears and you wondering what its all about

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Got so much haters, atleast, i don't care about beef

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I run the fame, i spit rhymes about you when i'm bored then picture slicing

About the rhymes i just kicked

I am just an artist