This is a song about "Hate dvin"

Ain't no reason to hate

New york, va, dc, get paid

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

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

And these lames will forever hate/

City national bank evolve into shape

This is no place for hate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

You bitches just spit so much hate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

To all them haters that hate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Dont care about the hate

Im washin off another plate