This is a song about "Heaters gonna hate"

You think hate gonna inflict pain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Its the things that i hate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Nothing good comes out of religion, and yes im gonna hate

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters

No room for love, just consumed by hate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

To all them haters that hate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

// [you show me nothing but hate]

And that was when i was in the eighth grade