This is a song about "Hate my boss"

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

My heart must of been opted to perform only pure hate,

My hate, it's too much, it's too less

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

I felt hate and ugliness leaving my body along with despair.

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I'm twitching explaining my hate in a basement

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

My hearts aboutta break, from dealin with all this motherfuckin hate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Pop off i'm pistol peteing, hate my team just cause we dreaming