This is a song about "Hate for life"

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

In a world that prays for peace, all we preach is hate.

Blind hate for this worrisome champion

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

She looks for money , i look for life

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

But i'm still white, sometimes i just hate life

I used to have a nine to five

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.