This is a song about "Hate"

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

Why do people have to hate

To all them haters that hate

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

This is no place for hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Feelin great never got time to hate

At an extremly alarming rate

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

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

New york, va, dc, get paid

Its the things that i hate