This is a song about "Hate my job"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Keep a smile on my face, just so they can hate

This love and hate are my arsenal,

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Got rap in this plight, now it's my job to save it's life.

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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Finish the job and fill my trunk with the carcass and sever whatever's gonna hang over the fender

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job