This is a song about "Falling in love with someone you hate"

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

You know the type of bitches that fell in love with that glass dick

The hottest thing in the club ain't no falling in love

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Jumping in too quick with lines weaker than someone who ingested ether.

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

You say to me you might be going with someone else

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Try being what someone wants you to be, messes with your psychiatry/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Racists raised us and caged us in with this misplaced hate,

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

But its ok, incentive is to see you lose with hate