This is a song about "Your just a burnt up hater"

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

You use up all your brain to make up one bar while i just use a little bit.

No time to plot retreats

Just curl up between your sheets

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

The one king that loves to damn a hater

But i guess you just a h.a.t.e.r

And that i spent the night with her

And you know what i found hater are just hating because

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Can barely walk the city streets

Just curl up between your sheets

Your rolling papers i'm burning paper, but i'm just wording hater!

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Just like your burnin up the weed when its packed, after a pot deal

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here