This is a song about "Hatred"

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

You envy me, from the jealousy your hatred has spread

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Hatred in a heart already set on repair.

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

I have no hatred, i'm not naming no names

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Yeah,yeah the world is yours i was once the kid who was terrified of its hatred

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i had

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Chasing money in the city of crime

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship