This is a song about "Lord hater"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Me makes you a stranger. turn your back making you a hater.

Basketball is my favorite sport

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Because there's always a hater just around

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Your part of my hater nation

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Your just a burnt up hater who has strife

Peace be upon him my lord

Competition on the court

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me things i don't understand