This is a song about "Hate much"

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

And these lames will forever hate/

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

I feel good, i look great

Quit passing all of this hate,

And as much as i'd hate to say it, we raising children real soft/

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

I hate pop so much and rate the job as such a nap

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I'm dreaming to be great

Dont care about the hate

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

See what's in the scheme? that's how much i hate their meaningless, horrid mess