This is a song about "Hate"

Im washin off another plate

This is no place for hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

But it aint wrong, so why the hate

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

The proverbial lemonade that i made

J. cole runnin' late

You bitches just spit so much hate

Why we keep responding and the same hate

At an extremly alarming rate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

And these lames will forever hate/

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Cause haters gonna hate