This is a song about "Hate nysee"

Im washin off another plate

Feelin great never got time to hate

This is no place for hate

I feel good, i look great

I let her decorate the real estate

But it aint wrong, so why the hate

Quit passing all of this hate,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

Ain't no reason to hate

She self made, i'm self made

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Dont care about the hate

But i do quite well with all the bait

No room for love, just consumed by hate