This is a song about "Hatred"

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

Dont you dare gimme the hatred look in your eye

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Just to attain the freedom status to everyone with hatred

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i had

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Hatred in a heart already set on repair.

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Got their claims and fame but were chased by hatred flames