This is a song about "Hate bitches"

With a heart full of hate

I feel good, i look great

These basic bitches say they hate me but they be singing my song.

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Im washin off another plate

U wreak of absurd hate

When the club gets played

This is no place for hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

// [you show me nothing but hate]

You bitches just spit so much hate

Give me dome, then let me skate

Ain't no reason to hate

We both had dreams of being great

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows