This is a song about "Hateful hits"

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

I'm recording a rap that is hateful just me being angry and just going ham.

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Keep the glamor and glitz not looking to make the cash hits,

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Non dependent, was way too old, was angry and hateful, oh,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I need to get lit, toke a few hits,

Gotta wait till it hits the green sights.

Wale they call me tiger stripes

[darren is a gay friend, but he's cool, so don't write hateful comments]

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,