This is a song about "Worry bout them haters"

It's a beautiful bliss

Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches

You dont needa worry bout me wantin to resign,

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

And, when them haters try to see me im cocking the semi

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

And i'm bout my business, them pesos what i did get

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

Together all the timethought it was true love

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

But dont worry bout that cuz your perfect

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits