This is a song about "Hate thots"

You bitches just spit so much hate

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Its the things that i hate

Quit passing all of this hate,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Play this shit while you contemplate

He looks down on her, with no hate

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

And these lames will forever hate/

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

// [you show me nothing but hate]

See let me demonstrate