This is a song about "How much i hate populars"

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

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

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

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

How much i stabbed and press.

Dc has never seen such progress

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I wana know how much u really love me

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

How can i really hate her?