This is a song about "Hate"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Why we keep responding and the same hate

With a heart full of hate

New york, va, dc, get paid

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

And these lames will forever hate/

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Why do people have to hate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

I'm dreaming to be great

Dont care about the hate