This is a song about "How i hate homework"

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

But honestly i hate how they spend no time with us

And bijies like im out and

I hate how people bring up your past/

Its the things that i hate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

I think that she knows

Everyday i hate, i loath,

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club

And i hate the chilly weather

The plight of a rapper or whatever