This is a song about "Standing up to haters"

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

Just standing next to ya i revealed all the skills you lack

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

I’m standing up for the innocent, the young, the departed

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

To all them haters that hate

Im washin off another plate

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Standing out side my house right now wait for me to sleep