This is a song about "Hate on us now"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Now all these haters gonna always hate on me

New message from mom

Light the way, lead us on

That west coast schedule, don't hate on us bluntin'

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

He looks down on her, with no hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Don't try to hate on dope

On top of that, i’m broke

Racists raised us and caged us in with this misplaced hate,

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Now give us your bullets an get on your knees

He fought us, got caught up, now selling dope on 21st block corner

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her