This is a song about "Hate you bitch"

My flow you hate the pace

Don't you fall from grace

They vaguely decipher my language

One thing i hate is gold diggers so fuck off bitch

New york, va, dc, get paid

You bitches just spit so much hate

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Why is it that you hate me?

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

The kinda dude you hate hoping to mutilate

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I hate you and your mother,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

You can playa hate but take it easy

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

The realism i see inside you is fake / (so you hate)