This is a song about "Cold hatred women"

But now my rage and anger builds up with hatred

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

My dad been with half of california's women

Make them more insecure when they caught one

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Ross and folarin, couple women

Shout out chicken getting chicken

What them tippers don't see

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Looking at these women

My drive is like no one