This is a song about "Shinning on haters"

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

They smoking on something making haters feel so bitter

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

The haters gonna walk up and spit on ya shoe

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Most of my haters have been hated on now that's some stat

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

He carried weight like a mack truck gonna bust on some playa haters.

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

By haters on a daily basis saying that i should stop it.

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

And i be talking about me, i do this