This is a song about "Hatin on purpose"

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

And dont go hatin on this crap

Does life have a meaning like a ceiling has purpose,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

A lovely outer surface

They say with identity comes purpose

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Casue to love without a purpose

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Pay my haters not too much mind

Hatin on me cause i been on my grind/

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk