This is a song about "Hate to another guy"

Perfect endings just don't happen to a good guy

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Your just another meal, another one i like to chew,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Why do people have to hate

Low income no bills getting paid

Feelin great never got time to hate

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

To be the first guy ever

And i need this forever

There used to be a guy named undertaker

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Thinkin im the guy to beat

Just another type of guy, that lives to get by

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die