This is a song about "I m hated"

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

They vaguely decipher my language

I hated goin' home. i just missed you so much.

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I ain't talkative neither

I"m the designated driver

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Back then i had no feelings, i hated love,*bitches* and romance.

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds