This is a song about "Getting hated"

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

They just hated my style,

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

They just hated my style,

They say i don't never smile

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Or the un elevated that was hated and mistreated

I hated my stepfather, i still do,

When i get to warwick avenue

But still i'm constantly being hated,

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

She said the nigga she hated

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Was was being real with everybody but yet was still hated