This is a song about "Hated"

I hated my stepfather, i still do,

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Afghanistan had faded quick, americans took over and they hated it

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

I hated goin' home. i just missed you so much.

Hated, played, ashamed, fading away of this game.

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Run for cover and return fire

They just hated my style,