This is a song about "Hate me or love me"

Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

But in the end you niggas will either love me or slay me

Hate me so i can wright,

A low life's plight

Yeah fight with me,hate me,insult me,

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Dont love, just hate on me