This is a song about "He hates me"

They say i talk like im god body

He was my cousin and he was there for me

Bitch you should see my wallet

He wanted me to hear it.

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

It's a battlejust for tha big money

He was never there for me

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Because the system really hates us, out or lives it tugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

He helps me when i fall

Wolf gang, kill em' all

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

Part of me hates your guts but the other part is in love with you.

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue