This is a song about "Hate yall"

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Yall hate on me and lie so i look bad, yalls shit is spurious

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Yall better take your seats

No time to plot retreats

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Please put that in your notes

Yall no nothing about that/ talkin like yall got amnesia

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

So yall people best be leaving

And this will be the song that we sing

With ocd yall cant touch me

Nothin sweet when i attend, see