This is a song about "He hates me"

He told me he could help me write rhymes

When i get my hands on nines

My father hates me, this it what it seems to be

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

He was never there for me

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

He tried to murk me, he's too weak, he need to rehearse

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Fuck anybody that hates the show, if you hate than just go

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

He made me shudder no more, he forages happiness for my soul

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole