This is a song about "Hate and discontent"

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

All hate and compliments

To increase my ends

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

With some discontent the feelings ferment

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

The world is a mest up place, with anger and hate

Racists raised us and caged us in with this misplaced hate,

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state