This is a song about "Why they hatin"

I'll ask why haven't they grown up,

They just don't give a fuck

There's crack, there's crack

They ask me why i praise like that

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Hatin like they got bad manors, can't contain, makin it rain hammers straight bringin the pain

They never questioned why she committed suicide.

If your head right, i’ll be there every night