This is a song about "They hate my music"

She likes the way it hits her lips

Mentirosos, they hate mexicans!

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I got a green bag with them blue strands

I hope my music attracts

Before, music reflected my feelings,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

If you hate my music, then i'll hold the court and prosecute ya,

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste