This is a song about "Hate this job"

Im still here but i can't skate

This is no place for hate

I'm about to dip/ this clique is too fake , just hate/

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

I hate pop so much and rate the job as such a nap

Blind hate for this worrisome champion

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Secret society all we ask is trust

All this hate y'all talking got me defiant

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Cuz i got this bitch doin a good job at blowing my dick like a whistle,