This is a song about "Emotionally hated"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

You can die loved or live and be hated

Im down thrown around emotionally

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

She said the nigga she hated

Get the zippo and spark the shit

So soulfully i had found something to with i could connect emotionally,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

You really hated it when i smoked pot

Don't fuck around and make it true

I hated my stepfather, i still do,

I call this poetry supposedly emotionally

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see