This is a song about "He hates me"

Backwards phrasing, insane's what made me but hates what saved me,

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Always strap so i was alright

But he treating me right

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

For what he first did to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Now he calling me baby mama

No one really hates it

Razor grips, laser spit

Won't shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly