This is a song about "Farmers hate bankers"

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

My pace scatters i've got loot like bankers

Im still here but i can't skate

U wreak of absurd hate

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Give me dome, then let me skate

Why do people have to hate

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Why do people have to hate

I call em up, they might fall through

I hate it and i hate you,

Its the things that i hate

J. cole runnin' late