This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine

Heart filled with hatred and fear, stole a car to get my mind clear,

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Jordan belfort leopards don’t change their spots

It's useless see, nobody listens to the hatred you spew

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I told him, "don't submit to bigotry, the hatred it sparks",

Or let the mob handle that

A blatant case of weighted hatred,