This is a song about "Hate people that hate you"

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

You'd wish that you were dreamin when i reap and dispell hate

I hate it and i hate you,

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Its the things that i hate

Guess i'm self made

I hate how people bring up your past/

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

New york, va, dc, get paid

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

You bitches just spit so much hate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Your mother should have swallowed you your a disgrace, you the things that i hate

The people in this world they don't love they hate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape