This is a song about "Standing up to haters"

And just came to realize that she's standing in a crowd

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Later bitches, i'm off to kill the haters,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Told me i was going to grow up to be a prostitute standing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

This leaves me to one conclusion, standing out is not a warrant.

We apply an analgesic to all of our haters.

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

What to say, who knew, i'd still be standing here today

That i had this white privilege, i'm standing next to you,

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through