This is a song about "Dont hate on me"

Blame it on brandies, make me hate these pansies

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Now all these haters gonna always hate on me

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

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Dont mind me as i work on my rhymes all the time

So let me tell you about this guy

I hate that i feel bad when u dont reply

I'm dreaming to be great

// [you show me nothing but hate]

You still dont want to test me, average white kid, on the inside

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You hate on me so i defend myself which translates into me strangling you