This is a song about "Hate hate hate jealousy that s a bitch nigga trait"

I hate these feelings that have grown a part of me

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

You'd wish that you were dreamin when i reap and dispell hate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

With a heart full of hate

Im still here but i can't skate

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

But all this hate that piles up feels like a missile attack,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

That the perched people will reciprocate this bitter hate/