This is a song about "Hatin on purpose"

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

They say with identity comes purpose

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

And dont go hatin on this crap

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.

The long road to success is dangerous

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

I got beef with you, keep the hindus hatin'

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin