This is a song about "Serving haters shots i m abar tender"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

They keep sendin shots, i might just start

See, where i come from is hard

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Well i live for the haters

So you finally got the nerve

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I grimace a bit, it's like i'm serving criminal sentences,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love