This is a song about "Farmers hate bankers"

Swear i'm trying to get through

I hate it and i hate you,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

He looks down on her, with no hate

Guess i'm self made

This is no place for hate

Early adapters agree they all late

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Quit passing all of this hate,

Give me dome, then let me skate

Feelin great never got time to hate

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

// [you show me nothing but hate]

The proverbial lemonade that i made