This is a song about "Hate you teacher"

New york, va, dc, get paid

You bitches just spit so much hate

That is what you will get for all of the hate

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

But its ok, incentive is to see you lose with hate

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

And all women who had light features, see

No i'm not a teacher, won't fail you, give you an e,

The kinda dude you hate hoping to mutilate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

So you dont live with parents that hate you

The boa know they loving the crew

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I hate you and your mother,