This is a song about "Hate turks"

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Dont care about the hate

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Play this shit while you contemplate

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

With a heart full of hate

To all them haters that hate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

I hate it and i hate you,

Niggas that guided me through

Its the things that i hate

I feel good, i look great

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Let em marinate, you forever late