This is a song about "Hate my mum"

Mine hate my soothing hysterics

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

I hate my design but roll with the love

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

I'm twitching explaining my hate in a basement

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

But that’s just life, where i’m from

So slim davy please call up your mum

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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