This is a song about "Hated"

They say i don't never smile

They just hated my style,

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

Was was being real with everybody but yet was still hated

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Plus the city is mostly black so it's forever hated,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Never responded to lust, always hated a fuss

Had a lot of haters and i've hated every single one

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Will i ever get the privilege of being hated more than spinach

But still i'm constantly being hated,

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit