This is a song about "Hate and conflict"

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

I hate you queers and some drags

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

But conflict never solves anything about

There must be another route, way out

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

So dont bite my style and lay on the madness of hate

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

I hate it and i hate you,

At him that'll probably sting, he'll get back up and rave hate,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

And that i spent the night with her

And i hate the chilly weather