This is a song about "Dislike"

I dislike the stress /never got in to fights and bled

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

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Like there must be something wrong for us to dislike school

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Like there must be something wrong for us to dislike school