This is a song about "Hate me"

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

I commented hate on that pic 'cause i was mad me.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

Can't you see all these rappers who hate me?

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

All the numbness, hate, guilt and anxiety it's not for me.

Just as you rose you will fall

Never hate me, wishing i could sprawl