This is a song about "How i hate boys at bars"

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

I feel like i should shoot bars at the greatest

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Lookin at my boys like

Why we gotta fight

She going to borrow some money

Well not the bars but that's how high i be

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

(starts at :16) okay drop bars fuck that i spit rhymes thatll destroy your fuckin rhymes,

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

My city's culture to the game now in existence