This is a song about "Worry bout them haters"

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Enough talking bout them other folk

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

And don’t worry bout my name, you gon know it soon enough...

I haven't ate in the last 22 summers and i'm 22 now it's about to go down

Got a whole crowd around me bout to tell them that they are going to drown

Used to worry bout the next day

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say