This is a song about "Hate youl"

We on a world tour, wale your man

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Guess i'm self made

Ain't no reason to hate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

But it aint wrong, so why the hate

Dont love, just hate on me

Bitch, they call it motor city

Dont care about the hate

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Remember december youl be burning from ember tossed from my lyrical fire,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Its the things that i hate

I can tell you that this tape

Give me dome, then let me skate

// [you show me nothing but hate]