This is a song about "Hate buzzgo"

But it aint wrong, so why the hate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

With a heart full of hate

At an extremly alarming rate

He looks down on her, with no hate

Im still here but i can't skate

U wreak of absurd hate

Give me dome, then let me skate

This is no place for hate

Its the things that i hate

J. cole runnin' late

You bitches just spit so much hate

New york, va, dc, get paid

I feel good, i look great

To all them haters that hate