This is a song about "How much i hate braxton lewis"

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

If i took a photo imagine how much fucken cash i'd make

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

When your talking about how you made it, i hate it

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Fuck it, you don't even know how much i cried

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

I don’t know how much of my swag’s remain

I wanted the money and never the fame

I wana know how much u really love me

Must be something you want me to see

As a kid, i can tell you how much i felt disrespect,

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed