This is a song about "Hate batin"

And these lames will forever hate/

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

We both teenagers with the same mind state

// [you show me nothing but hate]

We both had dreams of being great

Its the things that i hate

I let her decorate the real estate

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

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

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Why we keep responding and the same hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Why do people have to hate

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid