This is a song about "I hate this person"

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Only person i can trust in this world is my chauffeur

This is no place for hate

Low income no bills getting paid

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

In this segregated town, and see i find that hate degrading,

Self made self paid man

Thats the person i am

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

It makes me mad to where i want to beat the person who did this to you,

Im the baddiest lil person that been on this earth

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit