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

I can't think straight , i'm filled with so much hate.

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

But honestly i hate how they spend no time with us

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

How much longer til i topple you toddlers

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

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

I'm devoted to dissing other rappers to hide how much i suck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Just kidding i hate pretty much everything but you