This is a song about "Worry bout them haters"

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Told me the haters dont acknowledge them,

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

Used to worry bout the next day

But dont worry bout that cuz your perfect

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

But homosexuals, flip them haters off, they just like maggots

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

They all see my life from a childish position

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits