This is a song about "Hate rid"

But i love my job, getting rid of the defection.

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

But once i got rid it was all gravy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

To make y'all get rid of the endless hate

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Ill get rid of you fast like a dump truck

With only two songs, look at what i did

Something of which she never be rid.

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

And thought that one day, he'd get rid of the pain.