This is a song about "Why they hate on me"

Why can't they go away, bothering me are they really

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

They ask me why i praise like that

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Why do people have to hate

They ain't heard me yet, that's why they sound like fuckin' owls/

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Now all these haters gonna always hate on me

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Blame it on brandies, make me hate these pansies

Why are they creeping up under me

A military mind mean money

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy