This is a song about "Hate mail"

Why do people have to hate

Im washin off another plate

Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

With parts of their body through the mail

Redbox flow and i do not date

Why do people have to hate

Give me dome, then let me skate

Its the things that i hate

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Gotta push away all the cries and hate