This is a song about "Hated classmate"

I could tell from what that classmate told me and from your facial expressions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Never responded to lust, always hated a fuss

My criteria ain't even that serious

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

There was heat, now there's more, thought i was hated,

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

And it wasn’t that we hated mankind

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Through the barbed wire

They just hated my style,

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

You can die loved or live and be hated