This is a song about "Hate this job"

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

At first it was my job to love you, but after this, i'm gonna retire.

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I hope you read this letter, even though you hate me now,

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Racists raised us and caged us in with this misplaced hate,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Since age eight i was filled with this venomous hate

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Hate being in this position

People wonder why this rapper has such mindless hate,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate