This is a song about "Farmers hate bankers"

Im washin off another plate

Dont care about the hate

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Its the things that i hate

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Feelin great never got time to hate

We gotta get back to what really matters

My pace scatters i've got loot like bankers

But these wall street bankers use this to pad their wallets,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

You bitches just spit so much hate

New york, va, dc, get paid

Why do people have to hate

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate