This is a song about "Fuck hate"

Fuck anybody that hates the show, if you hate than just go

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Ain't no reason to hate

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

Our nation have to bow, africa

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Quit passing all of this hate,

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

U wreak of absurd hate

They vaguely decipher my language

One thing i hate is gold diggers so fuck off bitch

This is no place for hate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

// [you show me nothing but hate]

See let me demonstrate