This is a song about "Hate of bull"

911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

So dont bite my style and lay on the madness of hate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Because right now i'm a walking pile of hate,

Our vision never changed, we self made

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

To make y'all get rid of the endless hate

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

U wreak of absurd hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate