This is a song about "Farmers hate bankers"

I hate it and i hate you,

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

New york, va, dc, get paid

Why do people have to hate

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Fuck this battle, its worth less to me than a farmers cattle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

We're takin' shit out like greedy corporate ceo bankers,

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

My pace scatters i've got loot like bankers

I'm dreaming to be great

Dont care about the hate