This is a song about "A boy you hate"

Your mother should have swallowed you your a disgrace, you the things that i hate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

How you let a black boy set you

Raised by a momma who, who

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

To be honest, i hate you, with a burning passion.

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Paper boy make you a believer

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory