This is a song about "Hatin on purpose"

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

Its me shes dating, now you hatin',

You're uncool like my mother kin

Are done for a purpose,

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Casue to love without a purpose

All we need is convienient love

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I got beef with you, keep the hindus hatin'

Twista finna get up on the track

And dont go hatin on this crap

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.