This is a song about "Hating school"

Separated, me from the ones that was hating

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

While you stay hating yourself inwardly.

In my room thinking why are haters are hating

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

I swear that im elevating eliminating the hating

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

I call em up, they might fall through

And if people hating on you

U hating ass nigga u a fucking jew

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

They all hating by creating situation for violation