This is a song about "Hate snitches"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

To all them haters that hate

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I condone violence an force silence amoung bitchers an snitches pop un the head like there blisters

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Cop a car, new estate

Cause haters gonna hate

J. cole runnin' late

Why do people have to hate

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men