This is a song about "Cold hatred women"

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

But you can call me hatred, or devastation

I told him, "don't submit to bigotry, the hatred it sparks",

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I don't need fallen women

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

It's not making sense to you right now but

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine

Promise me you won't step out of line

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Hatred, drugs, hey no one can live there life sober

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Just to attain the freedom status to everyone with hatred

These other rappers are never sastified with women

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son