This is a song about "Hatred"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

You envy me, from the jealousy your hatred has spread

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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that i had

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

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

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

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Nevermind all that hatred / just please stop that fake shit./

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i had