This is a song about "Hate and conflict"

And i ain't frontin for her

I hate you and your mother,

Cause terror's scary conflict stirred

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Hate, drinks and narcotics

All green nigga pick six

I can tell you that this tape

And these lames will forever hate/

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

I hate you queers and some drags

Lady at the frank stand will

This love and hate are my arsenal,

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

I never crack i got that chap stick

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight