This is a song about "Sounded"

I was ten and it sounded like crap

You, you, you have to pay for that

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Sounded fruitier than a fruity soda,

I can't even hear the words you sounded

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Then you look like a fucking fool

That high school sounded cool

There ain't no getting around it, the alarm has sounded

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

The fact that people had to try to guess, what i sounded like

Good love then i can do that for her

I heard a yell the voice sounded familiar

It really sounded great

What you call hate