This is a song about "To many haters and still can t destroy me"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Plus haters don't faze me, they insult, but they can always be

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Haters try to knock me off my feet but i can still stand

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Haters used to put me down and give me cold chills

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I can walk out to so many!

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Be if you were still here and chose to repeat dying for me if only i can imagine

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby