This is a song about "He hates her"

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

You're uncool like my mother kin

He loved her more than words could explain

Now that's what you call a game

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

He went back in with his wife, probably to bang her

He looks down on her, with no hate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

He would never wife her

I don’t care where ya are