This is a song about "Farmers hate the bankers"

But to masturbate, shiiit, i'm laughing at the fucking hate,

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

My pace scatters i've got loot like bankers

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Let's pretend he never was the victim of racial hate,

That the perched people will reciprocate this bitter hate/

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

To the violence, drinking, smoking, and all the hate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape