This is a song about "Hatters going to hate"

When the club gets played

Ain't no reason to hate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Hatters gonna hate, and that is why i elevate

To the violence, drinking, smoking, and all the hate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Going to nyc from long island

Clap two times if you drunk

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Living with hate n pain is going to crush you from the inside out,

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Who's better? them never, lo sweaters

Going to extreme measures