This is a song about "Hate this job"

This love and hate are my arsenal,

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

That the perched people will reciprocate this bitter hate/

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Quit passing all of this hate,

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Our vision never changed, we self made

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

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

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

Don't like school, i hate this place

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days