This is a song about "Why you hatin"

Its actually rad but if you keep on hatin im not get sad

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Why can't you just play nice

What we gotta do to survive

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Stop hatin i know you a fan

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Why do you hate and why do you affiliate with a jake

Yeah, since i was a knee high

I been tellin' you why

The boa know they loving the crew

Fuck rhyming why battle rap you?

Look it something they can't ever see

Can't understand why all my exes hatin' me.

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

So fuck all you blog hatin' faggots, type away,