This is a song about "Hate"

But it aint wrong, so why the hate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Why do people have to hate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

To all them haters that hate

Im still here but i can't skate

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Feelin great never got time to hate

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

When the club gets played

Ain't no reason to hate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

And these lames will forever hate/