This is a song about "Hate you"

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I hope you read this letter, even though you hate me now,

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

You bitches just spit so much hate

Catch you up on places i've been

Okay...you should not hate me son

I hate bein' trollin' freakin' n fallin'. i hate you preachin' meanie and moanin'

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

I hate you queers and some drags

Let's face it, i can’t replace

My flow you hate the pace