This is a song about "Hated classmate"

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

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

The reflection of everything you've ever hated

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

Lord forbid, for the good kid

But still feels hated and deflated

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

You really hated it when i smoked pot

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

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

They just hated my style,

That it's been awhile

But still i'm constantly being hated,

Cause he just came home off of bid