This is a song about "Hate my bro"

Say you through will all my foul ways

My flow you hate the pace

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Quit bro get out my battle winning me is a fable

Right with my bro sniper,

Took the van, went snatch her

My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

I just call it …remember all the dough

Where you went wrong was hit on my bro,

I'm smokin' that weed while i fuck with my high's bro

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though