This is a song about "Tell me why they hate on me"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Quit being so fucking shy come on tell me why! you just wanted us to die,

Wonder if they take it all back

So tell me what they crack

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Why didn't you come back, tell me what i didn't know

Everybody wanna tell me how, they wanna tell me when

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Boys tell me they love me

We might be back in this baby

Now all these haters gonna always hate on me

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

When that money calls i holla back

They ask me why i praise like that

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money