This is a song about "Standing up to haters"

People standing in line, waiting for a chance to berate me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Looks like i'm standing up and facing my fears again

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

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Cause i'm grinding for this paper oblivious to the haters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

We apply an analgesic to all of our haters.

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

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