This is a song about "Freestyle about hateful friends"

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Dont lie sayig your from the endz, i dont give a fuck about you or your friends

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

With your friends and get blazed, talking about bitches, or playing video games

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

That if you beat me on a freestyle

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Pressing the hateful message

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

A shrouded cloaked confounded shadow protective hateful entity.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Nothing to write about, and freestyle? forget it!

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit