This is a song about "Hate him"

They pick on him and step on him

But im a well of inspiration

J. cole runnin' late

This is no place for hate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

Dont care about the hate

Redbox flow and i do not date

Why do people have to hate

New york, va, dc, get paid

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

This boa, what's your motivation

And chickie's never loved him

And these lames will forever hate/

They fasting they won't leave me ate