This is a song about "Hate peaple"

Im washin off another plate

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

U wreak of absurd hate

When the club gets played

But it aint wrong, so why the hate

Low income no bills getting paid

I hate it and i hate you,

Why we gotta argue

And these lames will forever hate/

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Dont care about the hate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Its the things that i hate

I feel good, i look great