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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

Third ward general, young cash money

Why is it that you hate me?

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

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

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

We both teenagers with the same mind state

The world is a mest up place, with anger and hate

I'm the only nigga waiting on some action, i hate it,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Where every recipient, property of the state

Because right now i'm a walking pile of hate,