This is a song about "Hate"

J. cole runnin' late

Quit passing all of this hate,

U wreak of absurd hate

When the club gets played

To all them haters that hate

We both had dreams of being great

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

And these lames will forever hate/

Low income no bills getting paid

Dont care about the hate

Dont care about the hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

No room for love, just consumed by hate

Im still here but i can't skate