This is a song about "Some one hating on you"

On one man, leave you in stitches,

She gon get the mils for this

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

It's okay to hate the game long as you not player hating

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

You dont even know my lyrics some one never got taught to read,

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Lemme tell you why they hating, cause im fucking hot

No one can hear me yelp, hear me hating on myself

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I see you hating, nigga why you hating

You are hating and masturbating on your fucking floor

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore