This is a song about "Hate her"

I hate it and i hate you,

South beach fountain blue

Feelin great never got time to hate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

You bitches just spit so much hate

J. cole runnin' late

Dont care about the hate

Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

He looks down on her, with no hate

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

How can i really hate her?

It’s knowin’ it’s over

Quit passing all of this hate,

See let me demonstrate